"WHADDHANAME" lyrics
Prada Archive & Ealuhri Lyrics
Before 5Problems, Maino
(That-that nigga don't-that-that nigga don't know about Zay?)
Da Plug, Da Plug, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what?
This shit really just like free smoke at this point
John Wick shootin', we pull up like James Bond
Precinct nigga, I won't say a thing
Get in that room, we ain't tellin' no name
Switch on the .40, this bitch finna bang
ARP pull up, we send a lil' flame
I'm in the coupe ridin' with what her name
Smack from the back, make him, "Run, Forrest, Run"
We hit that boy out the splat, chop it up
Come through, blrr on the back of the gun
Skrappa, let's do it like Dumber and Dumb
LEGO box, put that bitch on everything
We havin' geek shit, come to every gun
Jumpman, I hit that boy on my one
Double down, Double down, hot shit clear out the VIP
Kel-Tec, Kel-Tec, I hit this bitch with one hand
Young nigga still in the field with my dawg, Mike Vick
Spin again, spin again, hear the Drac' ask, "What her name?"
Torture that spot, that boy ain't on shit
Jaybo, I came with a shooter with me
Net like LeBron, never leavin' my heat
Step back, I hit that boy from the three
Cut off my tongue 'fore I kiss and go tell
Money Gang got these fuck-niggas coppin' pleas
She see that .9 in my pants off the bean
24/7 on that block, I've been mean
Lil Yo died, 24/7 in the G-ride
Shed blood 'bout brodie, 24/7 in the splat
Off of thirty Adderalls, see if the 30 would mix
Pull up on a nigga block, Aunty Wiggins dress
"DOA, doctor, the lil' nigga got killed by a bitch, he dead", it was LYG, Gang
Young nigga hit the G-Lock with bloody intentions
Evil intentions, he wanna see a body
Curled over in a pool of blood, yeah, that shit Double-M
You don't spin 'bout your brother, you ain't Double-M
Flip the stick out the roof, Y-Double, Lil Yo Gang
Bloody intentions with the G-Lock
Bloody interior in the coupe, it kissin' the curb, knew the splat was freaky
Brodie died to a big cup of drank like a Stanley
Bad-ass kid on the block, hard head ass lil' boy
Young nigga somethin' like Stewart, ride with my dawg like Brian
Bangin' for Peter, I'm a Family Guy
Still fuck the church, right pocket on [?]
Down psychadelics, narcotics my body, I'm not you
Cheat on my ho, she don't give me the cat, I dub her
Knew I was a stepper, way back in school I was a walker
John Wick shootin', we pull up like James Bond
Precinct nigga, I won't say a thing
Get in that room, we ain't tellin' no name
Switch on the .40, this bitch finna bang
ARP pull up, we send a lil' flame
I'm in the coupe ridin' with what her name
Smack from the back, make him, "Run, Forrest, Run"
We hit that boy out the splat, chop it up
Come through, blrr on the back of the gun
Skrappa, let's do it like Dumber and Dumb
LEGO box, put that bitch on everything
We havin' geek shit, come to every gun
Jumpman, I hit that boy on my one
Double down, Double down, hot shit clear out the VIP
Kel-Tec, Kel-Tec, I hit this bitch with one hand
Young nigga still in the field with my dawg, Mike Vick
Da Plug, Da Plug
I ain't even finna sit here and act like I know y'all niggas, man
What do they know? Nothin', tellin' ya
Before 5Problems
(That-that nigga don't-that-that nigga don't know about Zay?)
Da Plug, Da Plug, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what?
This shit really just like free smoke at this point
John Wick shootin', we pull up like James Bond
Precinct nigga, I won't say a thing
Get in that room, we ain't tellin' no name
Switch on the .40, this bitch finna bang
ARP pull up, we send a lil' flame
I'm in the coupe ridin' with what her name
Smack from the back, make him, "Run, Forrest, Run"
We hit that boy out the splat, chop it up
Come through, blrr on the back of the gun
Skrappa, let's do it like Dumber and Dumb
LEGO box, put that bitch on everything
We havin' geek shit, come to every gun
Jumpman, I hit that boy on my one
Double down, Double down, hot shit clear out the VIP
Kel-Tec, Kel-Tec, I hit this bitch with one hand
Young nigga still in the field with my dawg, Mike Vick
Spin again, spin again, hear the Drac' ask, "What her name?"
Torture that spot, that boy ain't on shit
Jaybo, I came with a shooter with me
Net like LeBron, never leavin' my heat
Step back, I hit that boy from the three
Cut off my tongue 'fore I kiss and go tell
Money Gang got these fuck-niggas coppin' pleas
She see that .9 in my pants off the bean
24/7 on that block, I've been mean
Lil Yo died, 24/7 in the G-ride
Shed blood 'bout brodie, 24/7 in the splat
Off of thirty Adderalls, see if the 30 would mix
Pull up on a nigga block, Aunty Wiggins dress
"DOA, doctor, the lil' nigga got killed by a bitch, he dead", it was LYG, Gang
Young nigga hit the G-Lock with bloody intentions
Evil intentions, he wanna see a body
Curled over in a pool of blood, yeah, that shit Double-M
You don't spin 'bout your brother, you ain't Double-M
Flip the stick out the roof, Y-Double, Lil Yo Gang
Bloody intentions with the G-Lock
Bloody interior in the coupe, it kissin' the curb, knew the splat was freaky
Brodie died to a big cup of drank like a Stanley
Bad-ass kid on the block, hard head ass lil' boy
Young nigga somethin' like Stewart, ride with my dawg like Brian
Bangin' for Peter, I'm a Family Guy
Still fuck the church, right pocket on [?]
Down psychadelics, narcotics my body, I'm not you
Cheat on my ho, she don't give me the cat, I dub her
Knew I was a stepper, way back in school I was a walker
John Wick shootin', we pull up like James Bond
Precinct nigga, I won't say a thing
Get in that room, we ain't tellin' no name
Switch on the .40, this bitch finna bang
ARP pull up, we send a lil' flame
I'm in the coupe ridin' with what her name
Smack from the back, make him, "Run, Forrest, Run"
We hit that boy out the splat, chop it up
Come through, blrr on the back of the gun
Skrappa, let's do it like Dumber and Dumb
LEGO box, put that bitch on everything
We havin' geek shit, come to every gun
Jumpman, I hit that boy on my one
Double down, Double down, hot shit clear out the VIP
Kel-Tec, Kel-Tec, I hit this bitch with one hand
Young nigga still in the field with my dawg, Mike Vick
Da Plug, Da Plug
I ain't even finna sit here and act like I know y'all niggas, man
What do they know? Nothin', tellin' ya
Before 5Problems
