Retaliate!

(You, You Think You Famous) Aye, Yuh Aye, Yuh Aye, Yuh Aye, Yuh Aye, Yuh Lil' August Grown ass man steady worried bout me cause I'm fucking his daughter Yeah, two 30s on me, better call the police cause the bullets just caught em Chrome hearts all on me, red bottom my feet, young nigga just bought em If you got a problem, my nigga come solve em We fucking this bitch and she straight out of Harlem Get to the chicken like Ronald McDonald Splitting the pounds of the gas in a column You think she loyal, that hoe keep on callin But I don't blame her, a young nigga ballin When I pull up we ain't doin no talkin Beat up the pussy, she limp when she walkin All of her friend are birds, they flockin Staying the night is a line that you crossin No wonder why all bitches keep stalkin I'm a young nigga with racks in his pocket Young nigga shoot out your eye out your socket Call you Kakashi, y'all niggas stay copying Wanna run down on me, nigga come try it then All of my niggas pull up like a fireman Wanna be gang, just check the requirements Trynna diss me, put you in retirement Yeah, I just bought a Vette All my diamonds wet, ah yeah Put yo hoe in check She gone give me neck, ah yeah Came up on a check Made yo lil' bitch wet, ah yeah They say what the heck Yeah Lil' August next, ah yeah Biscotti my lungs I love when they run Shootout for fun I bought a new gun 19x go right through yo lung It hit him he done Tell the haters begone Shoutout Dion 20k in a month 219 nigga hit him with a hunnit round drum Grown ass man steady worried bout me cause I'm fucking his daughter Yeah, two 30s on me, better call the police cause the bullets just caught em Chrome hearts all on me, red bottom my feet, young nigga just bought em If you got a problem, my nigga come solve em We fucking this bitch and she straight out of Harlem Get to the chicken like Ronald McDonald Splitting the pounds of the gas in a column You think she loyal, that hoe keep on callin But I don't blame her, a young nigga ballin When I pull up we ain't doin no talkin Beat up the pussy, she limp when she walkin All of her friend are birds, they flockin Staying the night is a line that you crossin (You, You Think You Famous)