MY NAME (feat. Cannoli)
I'ma make you say my name
You gona wana rep my gang
Me and him we aint the same
You must be out your brain
Cause you fucking with a real nigga
Girl I'm him
He aint me
He aint G
He aint P
I told her I like how she walk
She told me she love how I talk
My fits something like fashion week in New York
Repping my gang
With this chain on my neck
Don't ask me how much its a couple checks
My niggas twist fingers and throw up they set
We set the trends
Call all of your friends
They can all get in
We like em thick, and we like em slim
But only the bad ones
Not the one with a man acting like she don't have one
Cause we bout that action
Skip all the flex
Just send him a text
So he know ya ex
Cause we aint the same
Now you part of the gang
I'ma make you say my name
You gona wana rep my gang
Me and him we aint the same
You must be out your brain
Cause you fucking with a real nigga
One of the realest
Respected by all of the killers
Good in the jungle with wolves and gorillas
But baby I'm focused on you and my digits
Loving your figure
New Mona Lisa come pose for the picture
I'm on my way just to spin some time withcha
We can go eat or get something delivered
You let me in now I'm reaching yo liver Cracking yo back
You said nothing better than that
The way be throwing it back
Baby relax
If I was an addict then I would relapse
And live in yo lap
I'm floating and open like you was a pack Baby I'm him
Soon as we finish let's do it again
I'ma make you say my name
You gona wana rep my gang
Me and him we aint the same
You must be out your brain
Cause you fucking with a real nigga
Might of heard about
But I don't really care what you heard about
Anybody after me you can curve em now
They don't talking bout nothing just motor mouth
Just swerve around
We can get low or we can run the town
Cause I'm wit whatever
Summer chiffon
And the winter the leather
Too cold then we go where the weather Is better
Cause I'm with whatever
The Ruger
The FN
The Sig
Or Beretta
Whoever get wet up
And we never missing we shoot from the neck up
But we left the drama home
Baby its a zone zone zone
Zone zone zone
And you ride like you part of the gang
Get home ima make you say my name
You gona wana rep my gang
Me and him we aint the same
You must be out your brain
Cause you fucking with a real nigga
Girl I'm him
He aint me
He aint G
He aint P
I told her I like how she walk
She told me she love how I talk
My fits something like fashion week in New York
Repping my gang
With this chain on my neck
Don't ask me how much its a couple checks
My niggas twist fingers and throw up they set
We set the trends
Call all of your friends
They can all get in
We like em thick, and we like em slim
But only the bad ones
Not the one with a man acting like she don't have one
Cause we bout that action
Skip all the flex
Just send him a text
So he know ya ex
Cause we aint the same
Now you part of the gang
I'ma make you say my name
You gona wana rep my gang
Me and him we aint the same
You must be out your brain
Cause you fucking with a real nigga
One of the realest
Respected by all of the killers
Good in the jungle with wolves and gorillas
But baby I'm focused on you and my digits
Loving your figure
New Mona Lisa come pose for the picture
I'm on my way just to spin some time withcha
We can go eat or get something delivered
You let me in now I'm reaching yo liver Cracking yo back
You said nothing better than that
The way be throwing it back
Baby relax
If I was an addict then I would relapse
And live in yo lap
I'm floating and open like you was a pack Baby I'm him
Soon as we finish let's do it again
I'ma make you say my name
You gona wana rep my gang
Me and him we aint the same
You must be out your brain
Cause you fucking with a real nigga
Might of heard about
But I don't really care what you heard about
Anybody after me you can curve em now
They don't talking bout nothing just motor mouth
Just swerve around
We can get low or we can run the town
Cause I'm wit whatever
Summer chiffon
And the winter the leather
Too cold then we go where the weather Is better
Cause I'm with whatever
The Ruger
The FN
The Sig
Or Beretta
Whoever get wet up
And we never missing we shoot from the neck up
But we left the drama home
Baby its a zone zone zone
Zone zone zone
And you ride like you part of the gang
Get home ima make you say my name
Credits
Writer(s): Malcolm Charles
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