Lyrics Done with You (feat. Mezzo) - Famous

I got too much in my head right now
They gone try and take off my head right now

Yea Jump
I know some niggas who really be killas
They getting that pump take that shit out the trunk
Bitch do not play with me
I got a K with me
Say the wrong thing and i'm leaving
I'm done
This bitch don't understand what i'm saying
I say what I mean little bitch I ain't playing
So much shit going in my head
I don't talk to rats
I don't talk to feds
I'm stacking these racks
Then I go to bed
And look at my hands they all red
Rest in peace to my homies they all dead
I'm tired of talking through text
I go to the next
Thought you was the best
I gotta confess
I'm really fucking done with you

They want bitches
They want hoes
I want money
I want clothes
I got different
Types of flows
Ima get it either way it go
She want me to make it snow
But girl you already know
I'm on the road
I do what i'm 'sposed to
I want a 50K outta space rover
She want the money the power the fame
She using me
Sucking me dry what a shame
My niggas they shooting with good aim
If you not with the gang
Then I know you can't hang with us
Bitch i'm finally famous
You hear what i'm saying
I ain't gone fall for shit I ain't changing
Going 180 yea
I'm switching lanes bitch
Is it my fault that I don't speak your language
Maybe that was too much for these niggas
She gonna eat me for lunch if i'm with it
You know that i'm with it
These hollow tips hit a nigga in his fitted
You say that it's nothing
I know that you tripping
Tell me what's wrong
I'm your number one
Like last night
We was just having fun
You can't act right
So you get up and run

Yea Jump
I know some niggas who really be killas
They getting that pump take that shit out the trunk
Bitch do not play with me
I got a K with me
Say the wrong thing and i'm leaving
I'm done
This bitch don't understand what i'm saying
I say what I mean little bitch I ain't playing
So much shit going in my head
I don't talk to rats
I don't talk to feds
I'm stacking these racks
Then I go to bed
And look at my hands they all red
Rest in peace to my homies they all dead
I'm tired of talking through text
I go to the next
Thought you was the best
I gotta confess
I'm really fucking done with you

You wanna talk
Then get up and walk
You run a mile
They stealing my style
I laugh to the bank
Do it with a smile
She wanna fuck
And give me a child
You keep on lying
Keep on bluffing
Watch who you love and who you put your trust in
You really don't know
Don't make assumptions
Ima pull up with a K get the bussing
My music be thumping
These people be jumping
Yea jump in
Bought a charger to dodge my past
You can leave I ain't kissing no ass
Dodge Demon 200 my dash
Follow the blind
Lil nigga you crash
Talkin crazy we gone get on yo ass
Hear the sirens we doin the dash
Fuck with the opps you get treated like one
Ain't no missing it's a beam on my gun
I don't cap
I'll still rock a fitted for real
Talkin gun play
But you ain't even with it for real
Masked up in a Beamer we ready to kill
If you ain't gone buss it man pass me the steel
Imma star in the making
This lifestyle is crazy
This shit that i'm Doin
It feel so amazing
Put butterfly doors on the coupe
For the times we was hurting run it up to buy mama a burkin

I know some niggas who really be killas
They getting that pump take that shit out the trunk
Bitch do not play with me
I got a K with me
Say the wrong thing and i'm leaving
I'm done
This bitch don't understand what i'm saying
I say what I mean little bitch I ain't playing
So much shit going in my head
I don't talk to rats
I don't talk to feds
I'm stacking these racks
Then I go to bed
And look at my hands they all red
Rest in peace to my homies they all dead
I'm tired of talking through text
I go to the next
Thought you was the best
I gotta confess
I'm really fucking done with you

I got too much in my head right now
They gone try and take off my head right now