U Wanna Be Famous
U Wanna Be Famous

YungTheoryy - U Wanna Be Famous Lyrics

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U Wanna Be Famous Lyrics

Uh 2YS
Bye
Told the lil bitch goodbye
Hold up
Too fried
Nigga roll up
Too high
Bitch what’s this 2.5
Why is you tryna be famous
We ain’t the same I be writing my raps you be writing your statement
She tryna fuck bitch arrange it
Niggas gon say that they proud of me shit they be claiming
Niggas want beef like angus
She wanna know what my government is bitch I’m nameless
Bihhh I’m too real I ain’t changing
She lemme record when I hit so I’m catching them angles
Bitch it’s 2ys , Bitch you know that
She bop on the kid she like Kodak
Fuck your bitch Thursday like a throwback
The clapping is just like the beat every time that she throw that
I’m the best young nigga you know that
Talking is cheap so the racks yeah you know gotta show that
She fuckin on me where my bro at
Yell out StayFrostyy she already know where the snow at
StayFrostyy I’m leaving em burrr
What is the word
She ain’t suckin the kid there’s the curve
Hop on the beat & I werk
I rap and she twerk
I’m dropping my top lil uzi vert
Niggas be broke in my dms tryna purp
Wasn’t posting my shit now they ass tryna work
Took that shit to the chin cause that shit didn’t hurt
And I’m always alert like a amber alert
I be killing it
Don’t address it like I’m billing it
No competition I already ended it
Bitch
I be showing my tats I be hittin it
You ain’t talking bout money don’t finish your sentence
Lil Bitch
Only posting my music on internet
If it ain’t on the gram why the fuck did you mention me
Bitch
She sucking me up I can’t speak like
Dabababababa Bitch
She like what the fuck that was gibberish
I’m like girl you can’t talk cause your vocab is limited
She like Theoryy the fuck are you serious ?
You just say two words and thats purrr & that’s period
Bitch
I’ve been thinking bout money don’t see them
She want me to buy her a bag what the fuck ima leave her
I keep going she can tell I don’t need her
Micheal Jackson from the back what the fuck ima beat
Bitch I go zoom like a meeting
I think about racks every time that my teacher be teaching
They don’t know that I’m smart they be thinking I’m cheating
I ran up a sack now I spend it at Neimans
That shit was too dirty they want me to clean it
They want me to wash it like the cleaners
Gas gon take them up to Venus
Niggas miss puff big fat meanie
Turn my back on the world cause I got on some vlone
Money fall on me like I’m Davido
She call me baby just like 9eno
I was jamming off two but I need me like three
phones
Switch up the flow on the beat I used three tones
I could of been stop but a real nigga keep going
Just like the post ima need you to keep calm
Beat on my chest I feel like I’m King Kong
Go through the back I ain’t doing no Ding Dong
Whip that shit out and she like damn your thing long
Ching Chong Ching Chong Ching Chong
God damn weed strong weed strong
Niggas outta space like Neil Armstrong
Shit on the arm till the mf arm gone
Gotta lil bitch go to school out Fauquier
Ballin on niggas I feel like an all-star
What I did on the beat they should give me a Oscar
See me going up now she call me her papa
Remember as kids used to play with them poppers
Try to purp on my phone I’ll block ya like ibaka
Rockets
I’m at the top you can’t top us
Post me a flick n they love what I’m rockin
Gotta stay down yeah I gotta
What you gon do when they spinning that bottle
Someone better than me yeah I doubt it
Blowing down loud cause the loud getting louder
Bitch I’m big dawg , Alpha
Bet, they keep asking thru a text
They said ima goat and I’m sick needa go see a vet
They tell me keep going you know ima go cause a youngin up next
On Gang

Uh 2YS
Bye
Told the lil bitch goodbye
Hold up
Too fried
Nigga roll up
Too high
Bitch what’s this 2.5
Why is you tryna be famous
We ain’t the same I be writing my raps you be writing your statement
She tryna fuck bitch arrange it
Niggas gon say that they proud of me shit they be claiming
Niggas want beef like angus
She wanna know what my government is bitch I’m nameless
Bihhh I’m too real I ain’t changing
She lemme record when I hit so I’m catching them angles
Bitch it’s 2ys , Bitch you know that
She bop on the kid she like Kodak
Fuck your bitch Thursday like a throwback
The clapping is just like the beat every time that she throw that
I’m the best young nigga you know that
Talking is cheap so the racks yeah you know gotta show that
She fuckin on me where my bro at
Yell out StayFrostyy she already know where the snow at
StayFrostyy I’m leaving em burrr
What is the word
She ain’t suckin the kid there’s the curve
Hop on the beat & I werk
I rap and she twerk
I’m dropping my top lil uzi vert
Niggas be broke in my dms tryna purp
Wasn’t posting my shit now they ass tryna work
Took that shit to the chin cause that shit didn’t hurt
And I’m always alert like a amber alert
I be killing it
Don’t address it like I’m billing it
No competition I already ended it
Bitch
I be showing my tats I be hittin it
You ain’t talking bout money don’t finish your sentence
Lil Bitch
Only posting my music on internet
If it ain’t on the gram why the fuck did you mention me
Bitch
She sucking me up I can’t speak like
Dabababababa Bitch
She like what the fuck that was gibberish
I’m like girl you can’t talk cause your vocab is limited
She like Theoryy the fuck are you serious ?
You just say two words and thats purrr & that’s period
Bitch
I’ve been thinking bout money don’t see them
She want me to buy her a bag what the fuck ima leave her
I keep going she can tell I don’t need her
Micheal Jackson from the back what the fuck ima beat
Bitch I go zoom like a meeting
I think about racks every time that my teacher be teaching
They don’t know that I’m smart they be thinking I’m cheating
I ran up a sack now I spend it at Neimans
That shit was too dirty they want me to clean it
They want me to wash it like the cleaners
Gas gon take them up to Venus
Niggas miss puff big fat meanie
Turn my back on the world cause I got on some vlone
Money fall on me like I’m Davido
She call me baby just like 9eno
I was jamming off two but I need me like three
phones
Switch up the flow on the beat I used three tones
I could of been stop but a real nigga keep going
Just like the post ima need you to keep calm
Beat on my chest I feel like I’m King Kong
Go through the back I ain’t doing no Ding Dong
Whip that shit out and she like damn your thing long
Ching Chong Ching Chong Ching Chong
God damn weed strong weed strong
Niggas outta space like Neil Armstrong
Shit on the arm till the mf arm gone
Gotta lil bitch go to school out Fauquier
Ballin on niggas I feel like an all-star
What I did on the beat they should give me a Oscar
See me going up now she call me her papa
Remember as kids used to play with them poppers
Try to purp on my phone I’ll block ya like ibaka
Rockets
I’m at the top you can’t top us
Post me a flick n they love what I’m rockin
Gotta stay down yeah I gotta
What you gon do when they spinning that bottle
Someone better than me yeah I doubt it
Blowing down loud cause the loud getting louder
Bitch I’m big dawg , Alpha
Bet, they keep asking thru a text
They said ima goat and I’m sick needa go see a vet
They tell me keep going you know ima go cause a youngin up next
On Gang

Writer(s): Theo Appiah
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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