Artist: Lil' Jay Album: Unexpected Fame (S) Song: Unexpected Fame Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] Unexpected fame, I ain't fucking wit you lames I be cooling on the plane, with the gang, we do our thang Unexpected fame, I ain't fucking wit you lames I be cooling on the plane, with the gang, we do our thang Unexpected fame, unexpected fame, unexpected fame I ain't fucking with you lames Unexpected fame, unexpected fame, unexpected fame I be cooling on the plane, with the gang, we do our thang [Verse 1] Unexpected fame, I'm Double 0 from Fly Boy Gang These bitches wanna fuck and suck on me just cause my name All my niggas they insane, all my niggas they ain't tamed Tookaville and TutuGang man that shit will never change All this fame and clout was unexpected I been rapping for a year, but I'm already a legend We got lethal weapons, so you gonna need a blessing Just call me a teacher, I'll teach yo ass a lesson Shout out my shooter wooski, yeah hell put you in the dirt Don't fuck with me now, if you ain't fuck with me at first And you know it's team no lacking, so I'm always on the lurk When it's cracking get to clapping like the end of a concert I never lie I tell the truth, 30 shots yeah I will shoot Hollow tips up in it too, you try to run chase after you Shout out Brosky 22, it's death before designer stoop [Chorus] [Verse 2] Cooling on the plane, with Fly Boy Gang And it's FBG, so you know I got good aim Middle fingers to yo hood and whatever you claim L's up for Tookaville and Die L'z for you lames Bank roll, can't fold, smoking dope in public Glock under my Trukfit, for fuck niggas on fuck shit If that's yo bitch she gone fuck quick, and her friend gone do the same And her brain is so insane, and I don't even know her name May not make it in this rap shit, but I'm gone be rich on me Yeah my whole team gone eat, we gone make it to the T-O-P If a nigga fuck with me, then he gonna be six feet DOA is guaranteed to man down on the scene Unexpected fame, my niggas we no talking My niggas we team coughing, we do a hit we exhausted Don't fuck with us you lost it, you must be off Halstead [Chorus]