Nobody Tell a Name lyrics

[Chorus: Raury]
Yeah, uh
You don't need to wonder if I blow
There's a lot of it
On my Koji Kondo sh*t, on my Koji Kondo
Technicolor platinum silver golds on my front some sh*t
On my Koji Kondo sh*t, on my Koji Kondo
East Atlanta, South Chicago flows
Yeah we run this sh*t
Don't you even front 'bout it, don't you even front bout it

[Verse 1: Raury]
Throw the peace sign, this is nothing, I be high
As two-pilot propeller planes
Got hella flame for the f*ck boys that sell they fame
The pigs come 'round, nobody tell a name
Nobody tell a name, nobody tell a name
The pigs come 'round, nobody tell a name

[Verse 2: Taylor Bennett]
Ha, yeah, haha
My b*tch bought me a Gucci shirt
I'm turnt up like Lil Uzi Vert
f*ck with me you might get murked
My clique draped in all type of fur
For my lil' bro moves all types of work
My gang out here, my gang out there
I'm good in hoods that you can't go
Atlanta like my second home
My side b*tch if we technical
[Verse 3: Raury]
No n*gga this fresh you know
Dressed like a professional, turquoise on my necklace though
You be on that western coast
Always on the dash you know
Sorry I ain't checking though
I'm just out in Texas though, meet and text and sex these hoes
I'm not even flexing though
It's just my confessional, it's just my confessional

[Verse 4: Taylor Bennett]
How a n*gga move so professional
With an extra hoe, I'ma let you know
Getting money like I never seen a check before
Getting blessed like I never ever stressed no more
Putting b*tches on, never getting dressed no more
I don’t even send a text with address no more
She just pull up at the door, I finessed that hoe like ooh
Young n*gga savage posted on your back street
With a thick chick, lookin' like she an athlete
In the avi saying thick ass Ashley
I'ma pass her that stick like track meet
My boys don’t sing but they back street

[Chorus: Raury]
Yeah, uh
You don't need to wonder if I blow
There's a lot of it
On my Koji Kondo sh*t, on my Koji Kondo
Technicolor platinum silver golds on my front some sh*t
On my Koji Kondo sh*t, on my Koji Kondo
East Atlanta, South Chicago flows
Yeah we run this sh*t
Don't you even front 'bout it, don't you even front bout it