Not My Fam

[Intro]

Yeah

Nigga not, nigga not my family

He not my family, bro, he not my bro

He not my fam, uh

[Chorus]

Nigga not my brother, not my fam (Not my fam)

Ducking from the smoke that Lazered him (Lazered him)

Get up in the road, I got my Glockie (Grr)

Turnt shit, only turnt functions (Turned functions)

Bitch burnt out, I need a rubber (Need a rubber)

Pop shit, they need to free lil' brother (Free lil' brother)

12 on my dick every day

Runnin' on racks, I get this shit underlay

You havin' packs, we leaving your window up

These niggas practice 'cause I've been shootin' at stuff

Smokin' on dope, a nigga gettin' high as fuck

I shoot my Glock, it's like a trophy to me

Come to my spot, you smell that boy zaza burnin'

I done run up a lot of money

We havin' scrap, this shit, it gon' sound like thunder

Boy, I know you see choppers swinging

[Verse]

Run in your spot by myself, ain't bring nobody, 'cause these niggas be tellin' on

Double cup straight drop, we on med

Nigga put red dot on your head

Sleep with a Glock in my fuckin' bed

In the middle of the street with the chops out

We gon' wait at your job, waitin' you to clock out

Better not pull up to the block, shit get shut down

Fifty rounds in this bitch, extended clip, hot nine

Catch me down bad in the trench, know the block fine

Tip toeing to the fuckin' lick, nigga crossed down

Pulled the plug out the fuckin' wall, nigga took down

Nigga spooked on the fuckin' block, nigga, look 'round, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

Nigga not my brother, not my fam (Not my fam)

Ducking from the smoke that Lazered him (Lazered him)

Get up in the road, I got my Glockie (Grr)

Turnt shit, only turnt functions (Turned functions)

Bitch burnt out, I need a rubber (Need a rubber)

Pop shit, they need to free lil' brother (Free lil' brother)

12 on my dick every day

Runnin' on racks, I get this shit underlay

You havin' packs, we leaving your window up

These niggas practice 'cause I've been shootin' at stuff

Smokin' on dope, a nigga gettin' high as fuck

I shoot my Glock, it's like a trophy to me

Come to my spot, you smell that boy zaza burnin'

I done run up a lot of money

We havin' scrap, this shit, it gon' sound like thunder

Boy, I know you see choppers swinging (Choppers swinging)

[Outro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah