F.A.M.E.

Kill, kill, kill

Murder, murder, murder

Fully auto, my only motto, forever thugging

Chevy on 6s, them Forgiatos ain't ever scrubbing

Watch honeys run through 100 bottles like it was nothing

We leave the club with two foreign models, her and her cousin

Niggas say that we the brand new thug life

Washing dirty money with this mic, I wish it was right

Tell a song, sipping Perignon, fuck a Bud Light

Tony said the world is yours, only if you plug right

My God, when they bury me, pray my casket be solid gold

Funeral packed with a separate section for all my hoes

Most niggas choose it and lose it quickly, but I was chose

Cook it and sell it, my mama smell it up in my clothes

Bet your favorite rapper get extorted for his paycheck

Mask on my skull, they ain't identify my face yet

We sticking suckers up, I hope they sticking to the cheddar

You pussy niggas might be rich but you ain't rich forever

And he can go hard, but I'ma go the hardest

Thugging from the start, don't get a nigga started

Came up in the realest, I know the streets starving

You know we with the business, my niggas go retarded

When we ride

When we ride on our enemies

Never hide from our enemies

'Til we ride our enemies

Fully loaded .45 on my enemies

I go, ha-ha-hard up on you motherfuckers

Immediately cock it back and spray one of you fucking suckers

You off-brand niggas get down with the punishment

It’s D-P-G, Dogg Pound, so who you want it with

Them gangbang niggas is active, capping shit in the active

With them old-school Tommy gun extended clip

I ride around the city in expensive whips

Should've known that them gangster niggas don’t trip

Flag swinging, me and Deep nigga, yeah we gangbanging

Bringing down the ashes if you niggas flaming

Aim for your dome, head shots, slug shots

Police put me throughout, 2-1 on my mugshot

Crazy-ass niggas, yeah we insane

Put the pistol in your mouth, blow out your brain

Bail out on eight million dollar bond

Soon as I hit the streets, nigga, it’s back on

When I finger fuck my .45

I hit a nigga right between his eyes

Pull out the heat, make him dance, and do the dougie

Before I blow the back of his shit out, it can get ugly

Yes, y'all, I put his cherry pie on the wall

When I ride on my enemies, niggas know it’s uncut and raw

Mr. Bossalini, you can try to stand guard

But niggas like me be going Taliban hard

I spit grenades and piss bullets

Eat a bitch nigga for breakfast when I aim and pull it

Doing wonders for this bread, I Pillsbury these motherfuckers

When his doughboy die with the heat, I carry in my clutches

I’m a natural born rider, like my nigga Freddie Gibbs

Steady going hard and riding with steady clips

I been thugging from the beginning, you niggas soft as linen

I wear my black Jordans to match with my MAC-10

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]