[Verse 1]
N***as think I’m famous
Cause I’m getting rap money up the anus
I’m Andy Warhol for the raps
But I don’t do no painting
Just got the [?], nickname Satan
Grind like Tony Hawk, thumbing through the checks
But no skating
Everybody talking bout cashing out, n***as be faking
I turn your block to a murder scene, Wes Craven
You was on the porch, we was on the pavement
You had a juice, now you dried up now, n***a you a raisin

[Hook x2]
Hood famous
All these bitches on my dick, n***a we hood famous
Trapping hard and hitting licks, bitch we hood famous
Ride the plug and took his bricks, so now we hood famous
Can’t leave the house without my stick, n***a

[Verse 2]
Hood famous, now [?] bitch [?]
Posted in the trap, 2 9 double 0
Got my hammer and my strap, my bitch got a MAC
[?] got the pistol, tell my young cock it back
Really out shit with a really out bitch
She don’t talk no shit, she don’t give me no lip
Bout to cop a chopper just to shoot a n***a’s block up
Hope the feds don’t catch me like they did a n***a Tip
[Hook x2]
Hood famous
All these bitches on my dick, n***a we hood famous
Trapping hard and hitting licks, bitch we hood famous
Ride the plug and took his bricks, so now we hood famous
Can’t leave the house without my stick, n***a