Can’t Even Name Dis
Yeah, yeah, n-
Balling like the NBA, know I'm with the Lakers
Ya bitch, n-, I might take her
Yeah, n-
N-, yeah
Balling like the NBA, know I'm with the Lakers
If I see you with your bitch, n-
I might take her
This hoe actin' like a fan, so I gotta shake her
And we smokin' good gas, coming from Jamaica
If it ain't about that money, I'ma see you later
Know I'm pushing heavy P, n-
I'm a player
If you a real n-, all that hate and shit won't faze you
Man I got these n- shocked, think I got a taser
We don't see no stop signs, n-, we ain't stoppin
Bad bitch, she got braces and them lips poppin'
N- tryna ride my wave, n-, steady jockin'
When we get up on the stage, we gon' get to rockin'
Make your bitch lose her mind, yeah, I got her brainless
Finna pull up to the spot, know that's where the gang is
Bitch, I'm a dog off the leash, n-, you can't tame this
Smokin' on exotic gas, you can't even name this
If you with me then we locked in, no you can't lane switch
N- hatin' on me, talking down, they on that lame shit
Pop out on the scene, I'm with the guys, we on that gang shit
All my n- havin' motion yeah, we on the same shit
All my n- havin' motion yeah, we tryna get a bag
Rich n- in the front, the broke n- in the back
Know I pull up in a coupe, n-, swervin' in a jet
Know I got them racks on me, n-, make my pants sag
N- talking down, hating on me
N-, who is you?
I just ran it up and dropped your paycheck on my tooth
They like "Damn that n- snappin' man, that n- he the truth"
Luh Tyler headed to the top, you know it's time to raise the roof
I might take a n- bitch and turn her to my side hoe
Know I like my bitches short, this lil' bitch right here 5'4"
Pull up and I get the cheese, then I gotta slide bro
N- smokin' on that gas, you smokin' black & white bro
I've been fuckin' with yo' bitch and you ain't even have a clue
Luh Tyler snappin' in this rap, that n- came up out the blue
Man, them n- fuck around and they done put me in the stu'
They like "Damn, this n- hard! N- I already knew"
N-, I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna get to where that bag at
Smokin' on exotic gas, n-, I can't even pass that
Man these n- see I'm blowin' up, I bet they havin' flashbacks
It's a bad, slim, thick bitch
I told her "Throw that ass back"
It's a bad, slim, thick bitch
I told her "Make it shake"
In the booth with dark shades on, I feel like Johnny Cage
We should get to actin' out, I gotta put her in her place
I won't buy the bitch a ring, but I might buy that hoe a lace
Yeah, n-
Yeah
N-, yeah
Phew, phew
Ski
Balling like the NBA, know I'm with the Lakers
Ya bitch, n-, I might take her
Yeah, n-
N-, yeah
Balling like the NBA, know I'm with the Lakers
If I see you with your bitch, n-
I might take her
This hoe actin' like a fan, so I gotta shake her
And we smokin' good gas, coming from Jamaica
If it ain't about that money, I'ma see you later
Know I'm pushing heavy P, n-
I'm a player
If you a real n-, all that hate and shit won't faze you
Man I got these n- shocked, think I got a taser
We don't see no stop signs, n-, we ain't stoppin
Bad bitch, she got braces and them lips poppin'
N- tryna ride my wave, n-, steady jockin'
When we get up on the stage, we gon' get to rockin'
Make your bitch lose her mind, yeah, I got her brainless
Finna pull up to the spot, know that's where the gang is
Bitch, I'm a dog off the leash, n-, you can't tame this
Smokin' on exotic gas, you can't even name this
If you with me then we locked in, no you can't lane switch
N- hatin' on me, talking down, they on that lame shit
Pop out on the scene, I'm with the guys, we on that gang shit
All my n- havin' motion yeah, we on the same shit
All my n- havin' motion yeah, we tryna get a bag
Rich n- in the front, the broke n- in the back
Know I pull up in a coupe, n-, swervin' in a jet
Know I got them racks on me, n-, make my pants sag
N- talking down, hating on me
N-, who is you?
I just ran it up and dropped your paycheck on my tooth
They like "Damn that n- snappin' man, that n- he the truth"
Luh Tyler headed to the top, you know it's time to raise the roof
I might take a n- bitch and turn her to my side hoe
Know I like my bitches short, this lil' bitch right here 5'4"
Pull up and I get the cheese, then I gotta slide bro
N- smokin' on that gas, you smokin' black & white bro
I've been fuckin' with yo' bitch and you ain't even have a clue
Luh Tyler snappin' in this rap, that n- came up out the blue
Man, them n- fuck around and they done put me in the stu'
They like "Damn, this n- hard! N- I already knew"
N-, I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna get to where that bag at
Smokin' on exotic gas, n-, I can't even pass that
Man these n- see I'm blowin' up, I bet they havin' flashbacks
It's a bad, slim, thick bitch
I told her "Throw that ass back"
It's a bad, slim, thick bitch
I told her "Make it shake"
In the booth with dark shades on, I feel like Johnny Cage
We should get to actin' out, I gotta put her in her place
I won't buy the bitch a ring, but I might buy that hoe a lace
Yeah, n-
Yeah
N-, yeah
Phew, phew
Ski
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Writer(s): Tyler Meeks, Lamar Alexidor
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