Young Scooter & Ralo Speaks lyrics

[Intro: Young Scooter & Ralo]
(Nard & B)
Fam Goon
You already know who the f*ck this is, Young Scooter
Right now, you tuned in to that muhf*ckin' diary of the streets, n*gga
Uh

[Verse 1: Ralo]
I used to trap for some Michael Js (Woo)
Grabbing that pack out the microwave (Skrrt)
I get whatever I like today (Uh)
It got me feeling some type of way (Ralo)
I put my b*tch in a Range Rover (Range Rover)
I used to trap in the same clothing (Uh)
n*ggas be acting like they ain't know me (Woo)
n*ggas be acting like they ain't owe me
Mama told me "Don't ever trust 'em" (Never trust 'em)
These n*ggas be undercover
Hit the block and I make it double (Uh)
I'm the missing piece to the puzzle (Ralo)
Fell in love with these hoes (Uh)
I cannot f*ck 'em and go (Uh-uh)
This sh*t is out of control (They told me let 'em go)
I get that deuce and I'm make it a 4
I take them chances [?] (Woo)
I get your b*tch and I make her a ho (Uh)
All of these b*tches want n*ggas with more (I promise)
None of this sh*t is not making me fold (Uh-uh)
All of this sh*t is not making me bold (Ralo)
I get the dope and make it explode
Go in that bowl and make it some more ([?])
I put my b*tches in some red bottoms (Red bottoms)
f*ck whatever they said 'bout them (Woo)
She did not tell when the feds got him (Uh-uh)
These n*ggas switched up on everybody (I promise)
I got more money than rappers do (Rappers do)
I used to trap on the avenue (Ralo)
I fell in love with that revenue
I got a life with a better view (I got a life with a better view)
[Bridge: Ralo]
(I got a life with a better view)
I'm at the top now (I'm at the top)
These b*tches can't look down on me no more (Uh-uh)
I promise you that (Let's do it)
(f*ck that, I'm goin' back in) Fam Goon

[Verse 2: Ralo]
I told my n*ggas to never switch
Never go out bad 'bout a b*tch (Uh-uh)
Be real, f*ck being rich
n*ggas with money be counterfeiting (I promise)
All of them b*tches that doubted me (Doubted me)
Gonna send me an apology (I'm sorry)
Them n*ggas, they wanna follow me (Uh-uh)
Now they be sayin' shout out to me (Ralo)
Ridin' 'round in that Hellcat (Skrrt)
Remember when we had to sell crack (Woo)
Momma got drunk off a 12 pack (Momma)
Now I got spots, where the 12 at? (12)
I got that cheese and I fell back
Tell them rats go tell that (Tell 'em)
They askin' where Lil Terell at (Where he at?)
That lil' n*gga don't sell jack (That lil' n*gga don't sell jack)

[Outro: Ralo]
That lil' n*gga don't sell jack
Ain't gotta sell another muhf*ckin' brick again in my muhf*ckin' life
You dig what I'm sayin'?
Ralo, Fam Goon