Released on January 4, 2016

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[Intro: Go Yayo]

Skrt, skrt

Hood Fame, Hood Fame

Hood Fame, Hood Fame gang

Yayo, Go Yayo

Hood Fame

Power up


[Chorus: Go Yayo]

Me (Who you?), million dollar nigga

Two-hundred on the dash, that's a 'Rari

You (Who he?), lame ass fuck nigga broke

Damn, bae, so sorry

My nigga (What y'all do?), ridin' 'round foreign

Goin' tourin' with that yopper on the hundred (Bo-bo-boom)

Your nigga (Who that?), they just talkin' paper

Pop up (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop), and I ain't stuntin'


[Verse 1: Go Yayo]

Who you? Youngin', trap house jumpin'

Can't tell me nothin', nah, nah, nah

We ain't really with that bumpin'

Pull up on a nigga and we dumpin'

Chopper start drummin', have his ass runnin'

Leave him stankin' like some onions

Leave a nigga in a bodybag (Dammit, man)

Big Bank Hank, hit a lick for a lot of cash

I'm just lookin' for a freak (scando)

Real bad bitch eat dick with a lot of ass

Been trappin' for days (Trap)

Free Montana, let my boy out the cage (Free my boy)

Hop out with them K's (Brrrt, baow)

Hit your safe and irk off in a Wraith

Trappin' is a hobby

Go get a room, trap right out the lobby

Bend her over, hit her with the Bobby

Get the toppy and it better be sloppy

She say I got stamina

You niggas are amateur

That thooker'll damage you

You niggas so pussy, my youngins'll handle you


[Chorus: Go Yayo]

Me (Who you?), million dollar nigga

Two-hundred on the dash, that's a 'Rari

You (Who he?), lame ass fuck nigga broke

Damn, bae, so sorry

My nigga (What y'all do?), ridin' 'round foreign

Goin' tourin' with that yopper on the hundred (Bo-bo-boom)

Your nigga (Who that?), they just talkin' paper

Pop up (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop), and I ain't stuntin'


[Verse 2: MO3]

Pull up on 'em like it ain't nothin'

Chain bump, bitch, I'm double O-seven with that Eagle on me

Block boy, hot boy 'cause that heater on me

Bitch, I'm lethal, my hitters put regals on E

Get knocked out your sneakers, don't be where I be

Send them creatures'll get you, my G's gotta eat

Yop thirty-thirty put a nigga head by his seat

We do 'em dirty then leave like a G

I can really tell 'em meet me in the slums (Afghanistan)

Servin' junkies in the motherfuckin' front (Gangland)

I can't leave my house without my motherfuckin' gun (Brrt, bow)

Bitch, I want my dollars, every motherfuckin' one (Yeah)

Bitch, I want a check, take off on a jet

All my young niggas count up scrap (Yeah), we in the 'jects

Pussy nigga wanna show out and flex then I take off his neck

Bad bitches wanna give me they throat and I tell 'em, "What's next after that?"


[Chorus: Go Yayo]

Me (Who you?), million dollar nigga

Two-hundred on the dash, that's a 'Rari

You (Who he?), lame ass fuck nigga broke

Damn, bae, so sorry

My nigga (What y'all do?), ridin' 'round foreign

Goin' tourin' with that yopper on the hundred (Bo-bo-boom)

Your nigga (Who that?), they just talkin' paper

Pop up (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop), and I ain't stuntin' (Hood Fame, Hood Fame)


[Verse 3: Go Yayo]

You pussy, nigga, boy, you know you a bitch

Trappin', rappin', bitch, I'm tryna get rich

Young stiff nigga, I ain't never gon' snitch

DSG, I ain't ever gon' switch

Trap god, turn a nick to a brick

Finesse the plug, now he sick

So you mean to be tellin' me

You snitched in a hour on the state just felony?

Nigga, fuck you was thinkin'?

'Cause I slap your sister, now you talkin' bout' X-in' me?

Nigga, everybody know me

Snitched on Cross, how the fuck you a OG?

Sippin' lean by the PT

Free T Slick, free Lili

Realest in the room, Go Yayo got that boom

I'm chillin' with another nigga bitch and she gon' eat me like some shrooms

Try me it's a murder scene

Hood Fame youngin, you heard of me

Niggas coppin', that's perjury

The chopper dissect him like surgery


[Chorus: Go Yayo]

Me (Who you?), million dollar nigga

Two-hundred on the dash, that's a 'Rari

You (Who he?), lame ass fuck nigga broke

Damn, bae, so sorry

My nigga (What y'all do?), ridin' 'round foreign

Goin' tourin' with that yopper on the hundred (Bo-bo-boom)

Your nigga (Who that?), they just talkin' paper

Pop up (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop), and I ain't stuntin' (Hood Fame, Hood Fame)