Hall Of Fame
Yvng AJ
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
Every time I check my phone All this bitch do is complain She said I ain't like the rest So I ran a different game If you see me work that Glock You gon think I'm hall of fame Do a windmill on yo thot Make her wanna share my name F*ck with us that's suicide He came with ya two gon die Foreign shit came from Dubai She top me right through the fly Me and hoes won't be attached Hit her once ain't textin back MOB that shit a fact 7 blunts I'm facin that Roll up another I'm tryna get higher Walk out the house I got 3 or 4 lighters Kno I'm plugged in I could be yo supplier You gettin killed if you come with a wire Tre fifty seven that bitch shootin fire You gotta red dot my green dot is brighter Money the motive I never get tired Black Money Records who wanna get hired Tryna get hired I'll put you to work Can't move fast when you be off that syrup Claimin that hoe I was hittin her first That lil coochie don't got no worth Fully automatic or the 3 round burst if I don't like the gun Ima get reimbursed Schemin ass nigga think he finna lurk finna go a fee put his ass ona shirt Jokes on you f*ck nigga you dead talkin all that shit till they popped yo head Tape ona scene that shit all red can't hang around him cause I kno he fed Used to have dirty ass guns ina car see the red blue lights you kno I fled Came a long way I'm tryna do better that's day by day I'm gettin my bread I put this shit together most of y'all ain't pay attention I left that bitch alone cause everyday she started trippin You ain't believe the vision see me now you reminiscin I kno if I get locked up most of y'all won't pay a visit And when I speak the truth it just seem like you hate to listen Like I could say yo name but yo goof ass ain't worth a mention Too many people doin anything for recognition It's 5 percent my windows and my whip on low suspension Aye all red car like Bloody Mary Blues on me like Jason Terry Zaza green like Larry Larry Never lack that's necessary Don't get put in obituary F*ck I look like gettin married See that when I'm gettin buried F*ck a thot, where the dough Everyday I need some more Maskin up, up the pole If the trap keep movin slow She act up, let her go Cause she ain't my favorite hoe Ain't gon lie, need some love But I ain't gon chase it tho From the heart straight to the mic Man this shit like therapy Niggas bark but got no bite Let me kno you scared of beef Pull up now get shot on sight Thought you could compare to me Shorty must want brack tonight Walked in she kept starin at me Every time I check my phone All this bitch do is complain She said I ain't like the rest So I ran a different game If you see me work that Glock You gon think I'm hall of fame Do a windmill on yo thot Make her wanna share my name F*ck with us that's suicide He came with ya two gon die Foreign shit came from Dubai She top me right through the fly Me and hoes won't be attached Hit her once ain't textin back MOB that shit a fact Aye 7 blunts I'm facin that
Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Hall Of Fame Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 27 Apr. 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/13036991/Yvng+AJ/Hall+Of+Fame>.
Discuss the Hall Of Fame Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In