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Unexpected Fame

 

Unexpected Fame


[Hook:]
Unexpected fame, I ain't fucking wit you lames
I be cooling on the plane, with the gang, we do our thang
Unexpected fame, I ain't fucking wit you lames
I be cooling on the plane, with the gang, we do our thang
Unexpected fame, unexpected fame, unexpected fame
I ain't fucking with you lames
Unexpected fame, unexpected fame, unexpected fame
I be cooling on the plane, with the gang, we do our thang

[Verse 1:]
Unexpected fame, I'm Double 0 from Fly Boy Gang
These bitches wanna fuck and suck on me just cause my name
All my niggas they insane, all my niggas they ain't tamed
Tookaville and TutuGang man that shit will never change
All this fame and clout was unexpected
I been rapping for a year, but I'm already a legend
We got lethal weapons, so you gonna need a blessing
Just call me a teacher, I'll teach yo ass a lesson
Shout out my shooter wooski, yeah hell put you in the dirt
Don't fuck with me now, if you ain't fuck with me at first
And you know it's team no lacking, so I'm always on the lurk
When it's cracking get to clapping like the end of a concert
I never lie I tell the truth, 30 shots yeah I will shoot
Hollow tips up in it too, you try to run chase after you
Shout out Brosky 22, it's death before designer stoop

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Cooling on the plane, with Fly Boy Gang
And it's FBG, so you know I got good aim
Middle fingers to yo hood and whatever you claim
L's up for Tookaville and Die L'z for you lames
Bank roll, can't fold, smoking dope in public
Glock under my Trukfit, for fuck niggas on fuck shit
If that's yo bitch she gone fuck quick, and her friend gone do the same
And her brain is so insane, and I don't even know her name
May not make it in this rap shit, but I'm gone be rich on me
Yeah my whole team gone eat, we gone make it to the T-O-P
If a nigga fuck with me, then he gonna be six feet
DOA is guaranteed to man down on the scene
Unexpected fame, my niggas we no talking
My niggas we team coughing, we do a hit we exhausted
Don't fuck with us you lost it, you must be off Halstead

[Hook]

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