"My Name Fxce" lyrics
Yeah
You already know who the fuck it is, man
One of the realest in this shit, you hear me? (Yo, somebody give me a lighter)
And I'll take your bitch quick, nigga
She look, she took and that's on bro (Okay)
Let me sip this cup 'fore I get started
When it's all said and done, bro, I'ma go down as one of the hardest
I dropped four days and then my shit started chartin'
Where his face? Oh, shit, there he go, I pull up, that bitch fartin'
This a ten-speed, my bitch a ten-piece
Hide your whip, my nigga hands get sticky, how my bands be
Rick and 'Miri, Chrome Heart, Rick and 'Miri, that's how my pants be
If you love me, tat me on your skin, bitch, let my fans see
Popped a rubber band so I can spread and let my bands breathe
My D bitch rock the Cartier, LA rock the Van Cleef
I'm thirty deep, at the back door, know the club can't stand me
Hittin' a baby mama, she tellin' the kids, "Hey, this my friend E" (What's poppin'?)
Huh, huh, my name Fxce, hey, how you doin'?
Boy, I'm known for havin' that thing, please don't make me pop out shootin'
"Fxce, you hard, just drop more music"
She drunk two whole and popped that pussy
In that mode, I'm off that drank
Don't tell me stop, I'm not gon' do it
I was finna tap his brain, remember this shit like it was a movie
Then the security got in the way, he like, "Fxce, bro, what you doin'?"
I can't be with you all day, she wanna lay up, watch a movie
Pillow talkin', boy, you lame, that's your way to get some coochie
Man, you niggas trippin', man, you niggas finished
I don't wanna talk right now, I told her that her service trippin'
This shit ain't overnight, you gotta earn your image
Two hats up on the pipe, I told 'em burn the pistol
Huh, get rid of the Glock, but the K good
Feel her stomach good, then after that, make sure she ate good
All I gotta do is rap to make a pay stub
All you doin' is bappin' in your rap, that's why you bankrupt
Huh, huh, my name Fxce, hey, how you doin'?
Boy, I'm known for havin' that thing, please don't make me pop out shootin'
"Fxce, you hard, just drop more music"
She drunk two whole and popped that pussy
In that mode, I'm off that drank
Don't tell me stop, I'm not gon' do it
I was finna tap his brain, remember this shit like it was a movie
Then the security got in the way, he like, "Fxce, bro, what you doin'?"
I can't be with you all day, she wanna lay up, watch a movie
Pillow talkin', boy, you lame, that's your way to get some coochie
You already know who the fuck it is, man
One of the realest in this shit, you hear me? (Yo, somebody give me a lighter)
And I'll take your bitch quick, nigga
She look, she took and that's on bro (Okay)
Let me sip this cup 'fore I get started
When it's all said and done, bro, I'ma go down as one of the hardest
I dropped four days and then my shit started chartin'
Where his face? Oh, shit, there he go, I pull up, that bitch fartin'
This a ten-speed, my bitch a ten-piece
Hide your whip, my nigga hands get sticky, how my bands be
Rick and 'Miri, Chrome Heart, Rick and 'Miri, that's how my pants be
If you love me, tat me on your skin, bitch, let my fans see
Popped a rubber band so I can spread and let my bands breathe
My D bitch rock the Cartier, LA rock the Van Cleef
I'm thirty deep, at the back door, know the club can't stand me
Hittin' a baby mama, she tellin' the kids, "Hey, this my friend E" (What's poppin'?)
Huh, huh, my name Fxce, hey, how you doin'?
Boy, I'm known for havin' that thing, please don't make me pop out shootin'
"Fxce, you hard, just drop more music"
She drunk two whole and popped that pussy
In that mode, I'm off that drank
Don't tell me stop, I'm not gon' do it
I was finna tap his brain, remember this shit like it was a movie
Then the security got in the way, he like, "Fxce, bro, what you doin'?"
I can't be with you all day, she wanna lay up, watch a movie
Pillow talkin', boy, you lame, that's your way to get some coochie
Man, you niggas trippin', man, you niggas finished
I don't wanna talk right now, I told her that her service trippin'
This shit ain't overnight, you gotta earn your image
Two hats up on the pipe, I told 'em burn the pistol
Huh, get rid of the Glock, but the K good
Feel her stomach good, then after that, make sure she ate good
All I gotta do is rap to make a pay stub
All you doin' is bappin' in your rap, that's why you bankrupt
Huh, huh, my name Fxce, hey, how you doin'?
Boy, I'm known for havin' that thing, please don't make me pop out shootin'
"Fxce, you hard, just drop more music"
She drunk two whole and popped that pussy
In that mode, I'm off that drank
Don't tell me stop, I'm not gon' do it
I was finna tap his brain, remember this shit like it was a movie
Then the security got in the way, he like, "Fxce, bro, what you doin'?"
I can't be with you all day, she wanna lay up, watch a movie
Pillow talkin', boy, you lame, that's your way to get some coochie
Writer(s): Efren Blackwell, Aczavier Mitchell
