"No Name" lyrics
Yeah
We was the ones in the streets for real, you know that we really having switches
Yeah, you know this the mobb for real, you know we ain't tripping 'bout no bitches
Yeah, heard that you run form the smoke, you ain't bust, we know that we call you a bitch
Yeah, you already know I seen your paperwork, nigga you's a snitch
'Round Dalton there nun' but bad bitch
Yeah, young nigga rich, balling like the Magic
I ain't going, pull out this drac', nigga you can't have this
I ain't tryna' go back to prison, I can't wag this
Huh, nigga don't want no smoke with us, these niggas, they know we'll drag shit
Racks in a bag, they like, "How you live your bag bitch?"
Nigga gotta' do your push-ups, eat your veggies, you ain't talking 'bout shit
Know that boy got popped and he had died, and that wasn't on accident
Say that you a vamp? You wanna' rock out, you better get lit
Back in the day, I'd look at Velly, "You wan' hit 'em with the counterfeit?"
Nigga, I'm still the same nigga, I'm breaking rules, a misfit
Young nigga, I put a 30 on they head, they go ballistic
I just called your Uber, bitch you trippin', bitch you bitchin'
I ball like the Nuggets, said you ball like the Pistons
I just love music nigga, I ain't money driven
But it's coming in, and this money, this shit sticky
Yeah, bad bitch and she can't fit my Ricks
Bad bitch, I ain't trippin', you could wear my clothes
Yeen' know the old B Whoa, I was kickin' doors
Pussy ass nigga, he want some smoke about some ho
I ain't stuntin' you, but I got the micro
Young niggas, they shooting, they got they Glock, they psycho
I'm jointed out and a little bipolar
Yah, real grown man, I don't have no hangovers
Yeah, gave her that dick, now she wanna' stay over
I'm finna talk to Ben, nigga let's wreck the Range Rover
I'm finna buy my brother Glocks, so now I'm finna' spoil her
N-Nigga don't want no smoke with us, these niggas, they know we'll drag shit
Racks in a bag, they like, "How you live your bag bitch?"
Nigga gotta' do your push-ups, eat your veggies, you ain't talking 'bout shit
Know that boy got popped and he had died, and that wasn't on accident
Say that you a vamp? You wanna' rock out, you better get lit
Back in the day, I'd look at Velly, "You wan' hit 'em with the counterfeit?"
Nigga, I'm still the same nigga, I'm breaking rules, a misfit
Young nigga, I put a 30 on they head, they go ballistic
We was the ones in the streets for real, you know that we really having switches
Yeah, you know this the mobb for real, you know we ain't tripping 'bout no bitches
Yeah, heard that you run form the smoke, you ain't bust, we know that we call you a bitch
Yeah, you already know I seen your paperwork, nigga you's a snitch
'Round Dalton there nun' but bad bitch
Yeah, young nigga rich, balling like the Magic
I ain't going, pull out this drac', nigga you can't have this
I ain't tryna' go back to prison, I can't wag this
Huh, nigga don't want no smoke with us, these niggas, they know we'll drag shit
Racks in a bag, they like, "How you live your bag bitch?"
Nigga gotta' do your push-ups, eat your veggies, you ain't talking 'bout shit
Know that boy got popped and he had died, and that wasn't on accident
Say that you a vamp? You wanna' rock out, you better get lit
Back in the day, I'd look at Velly, "You wan' hit 'em with the counterfeit?"
Nigga, I'm still the same nigga, I'm breaking rules, a misfit
Young nigga, I put a 30 on they head, they go ballistic
I just called your Uber, bitch you trippin', bitch you bitchin'
I ball like the Nuggets, said you ball like the Pistons
I just love music nigga, I ain't money driven
But it's coming in, and this money, this shit sticky
Yeah, bad bitch and she can't fit my Ricks
Bad bitch, I ain't trippin', you could wear my clothes
Yeen' know the old B Whoa, I was kickin' doors
Pussy ass nigga, he want some smoke about some ho
I ain't stuntin' you, but I got the micro
Young niggas, they shooting, they got they Glock, they psycho
I'm jointed out and a little bipolar
Yah, real grown man, I don't have no hangovers
Yeah, gave her that dick, now she wanna' stay over
I'm finna talk to Ben, nigga let's wreck the Range Rover
I'm finna buy my brother Glocks, so now I'm finna' spoil her
N-Nigga don't want no smoke with us, these niggas, they know we'll drag shit
Racks in a bag, they like, "How you live your bag bitch?"
Nigga gotta' do your push-ups, eat your veggies, you ain't talking 'bout shit
Know that boy got popped and he had died, and that wasn't on accident
Say that you a vamp? You wanna' rock out, you better get lit
Back in the day, I'd look at Velly, "You wan' hit 'em with the counterfeit?"
Nigga, I'm still the same nigga, I'm breaking rules, a misfit
Young nigga, I put a 30 on they head, they go ballistic
