You can look at the kid and see just
How them chinchillas gonna fit me
I strut through like I conceal a chrome with me
Pockets bulgin' like I got some millions with me
Any bitch that chill her Jones with me
End up butt ass naked inside a villa horn with me

I got a zip lock the killer grown with me
I hit it as Bobby and let me fill up on Whitney
Justin a prob give us like he feel I boned Britney
I really don't get me, I really won't get me

I think y'all know by now that
I ain't nothin' to be fucked with
I think y'all know by now that
I don't care about who you fuck with
I think hoes know by now that
I'm that nigga they should fuck with
I think y'all know by now it's F A B O L O U S

I'm often asked, hey, ain't you that guy
There's no one else from head to ankle that fly
Who put slugs pointblank through that guy
And there's nothin' these dudes ain't do that I, can't do at my
Earliest convenience, your girlie ain't foreseen since
The feature with lil' more, over two million people
I've reached with my little flow
They said sounded like the kid whose speech was a little slow

Personally I think they was reachin' a little dough
But now they callin' just to get a feature so it'll blow
I'm teaching' my little bro
To stay on the grind and away from the leeches and little hoes
I'll lose the black star power on broads
Even Devil worshipers got up outta the God
I know all you cowards is hard
Your career's dead, so I send flowers and cards
With our regards, nigga

I think y'all know by now that
I ain't nothin' to be fucked with
I think y'all know by now that
I don't care 'bout who you fuck with
I think hoes know by now that
I'm that nigga they should fuck with
I think y'all know by now it's F A B O L O U S

{Nigga, I think they know by now
Who the fuck I be? Oh yeah, but I'm}

I'm with that S T R E E T F A M I L Y

{For you non spellin' motherfuckers, street family yeah
Brooklyn fuck up, word to Brooklyn}