What's My Name
They lied to you
Said I was crazy
But fuck it tho
Imma go brazy
In high school
Pushin dem essays
On westside
With the esses
I'm tryna build up
My resume
They gon be
Copyin me Everyday
FNP man
Fuck what they told you
Boutta move the brand bicoastal
You can shut down
All ya pro tools
The god here
Imma show you
I'm just tryna move
Like a goat do
Fake flexers
Hate when I come thru
Rep the steppas
Man this the new mecca
They think they ready
Let's test em
It's the R-O-M-E-O
C-E-O
Of the wavy boys
Tf do you think
I hadda jump off
Of they ship
The boy had
Foresight
Knew they gon sink
Battin 100% in the field
Shawty let me fuck
On the first link
Saying I'm icey smooth
Big mood
Felt like gretzky
Playin on the rinks
Yea
Bag little bit bigger
Yea
Opps see me they shiver
Yea
Big boy like jazze pha
Yea
Hop on the tidal wave
Spittin like I signed to hov
Today
Cookin up
Like the birds
Just Laid
Down
Hey now
Please
What they gon say
Now
They tryna hate
It's the talk of the sound
Now I'm talkin like
The bosses in town
Wait
Comin thru and
Im feelin elite
The vibes immaculate
Girl can't you see
Attackin the paint
And pull from the wing
I made my mistakes
But Still winnin rings
Found my circle
Surrounded by kings
Titled the greatest
They all gon see
Mansa musa checks
I'm gon achieve
Ya sauce ain't givin
Needs more cheese
Prettiest big nigga
Ever living
Confirmed it
I'm the one the girls missing
Survey said
I'm #1 pick
Let em know it's my time
Hol up, hol up, hol up
What's my name
Hol up, hol up, hol up
What's my name
Hol up, hol up, hol up
What's my name
Hol up, hol up, hol up
Enjoying the sun
While it lasts
Summer always movin
Fast
Did the dash
In a miracle whip
With a bad lil ting
She lovin the moves
The boy is back in his groove
Yk I'm in sync
Yk I attack it
A Water sign baby
I'm makin it drip like a sink
The bag too big
To fumble it
Abusin the herb
They crumblin
But They ain't addicted
And everytime I try to listen
Them boys keep mumblin
Went to the UK
Found out
I'm bigger than Harry
Potter and styles
My style like no other
I'm movin covert
Can't see me now
Put a hole
In ya dome
The pen is my weapon
I'll do it
And crack a smile
John wick
Way I don't miss
Don't slip
I'm up next bitch
Came back
Right across the pond
You thinkin I'm trash?
You taking the piss
Watch out
The wolves they steppin
Count blues
Whenever I check in
Nigga
Hol up, hol up, hol up
What's my name
Hol up, hol up, hol up
What's my name
Hol up, hol up, hol up
What's my name
Hol up, hol up
Said I was crazy
But fuck it tho
Imma go brazy
In high school
Pushin dem essays
On westside
With the esses
I'm tryna build up
My resume
They gon be
Copyin me Everyday
FNP man
Fuck what they told you
Boutta move the brand bicoastal
You can shut down
All ya pro tools
The god here
Imma show you
I'm just tryna move
Like a goat do
Fake flexers
Hate when I come thru
Rep the steppas
Man this the new mecca
They think they ready
Let's test em
It's the R-O-M-E-O
C-E-O
Of the wavy boys
Tf do you think
I hadda jump off
Of they ship
The boy had
Foresight
Knew they gon sink
Battin 100% in the field
Shawty let me fuck
On the first link
Saying I'm icey smooth
Big mood
Felt like gretzky
Playin on the rinks
Yea
Bag little bit bigger
Yea
Opps see me they shiver
Yea
Big boy like jazze pha
Yea
Hop on the tidal wave
Spittin like I signed to hov
Today
Cookin up
Like the birds
Just Laid
Down
Hey now
Please
What they gon say
Now
They tryna hate
It's the talk of the sound
Now I'm talkin like
The bosses in town
Wait
Comin thru and
Im feelin elite
The vibes immaculate
Girl can't you see
Attackin the paint
And pull from the wing
I made my mistakes
But Still winnin rings
Found my circle
Surrounded by kings
Titled the greatest
They all gon see
Mansa musa checks
I'm gon achieve
Ya sauce ain't givin
Needs more cheese
Prettiest big nigga
Ever living
Confirmed it
I'm the one the girls missing
Survey said
I'm #1 pick
Let em know it's my time
Hol up, hol up, hol up
What's my name
Hol up, hol up, hol up
What's my name
Hol up, hol up, hol up
What's my name
Hol up, hol up, hol up
Enjoying the sun
While it lasts
Summer always movin
Fast
Did the dash
In a miracle whip
With a bad lil ting
She lovin the moves
The boy is back in his groove
Yk I'm in sync
Yk I attack it
A Water sign baby
I'm makin it drip like a sink
The bag too big
To fumble it
Abusin the herb
They crumblin
But They ain't addicted
And everytime I try to listen
Them boys keep mumblin
Went to the UK
Found out
I'm bigger than Harry
Potter and styles
My style like no other
I'm movin covert
Can't see me now
Put a hole
In ya dome
The pen is my weapon
I'll do it
And crack a smile
John wick
Way I don't miss
Don't slip
I'm up next bitch
Came back
Right across the pond
You thinkin I'm trash?
You taking the piss
Watch out
The wolves they steppin
Count blues
Whenever I check in
Nigga
Hol up, hol up, hol up
What's my name
Hol up, hol up, hol up
What's my name
Hol up, hol up, hol up
What's my name
Hol up, hol up
Credits
Writer(s): Ojo Nwabara
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