Say My Name lyrics

[Produced by Ian Craig]

[Intro :]
Say my name
Say my name and I'll aim at you
Say my name and I'll hang with you
Say my name and I'll aim at you
Say my name and I'll hang with you

[Hook :]
n*ggas gonna talk but the guns gonna shoot
2 chickens and a k in my coupe
Don't play with my loot say my name and I'll aim at you
All these b*tches want me because I'm young and got money with a hunnit round tommy
For the right amount of pay shoot a n*gga in the face don't play with my money
I just want to tell the b*tch she was never celibate pus*y never relevant
di*k so big when i put it on her wig thought my daddy was an elephant
Cook shrimp with the steak so elegant
Ride like the president
Kill a n*gga no evidence
Put him under my residence

[Verse 1:]
All i wanna know is if she gonna go for the bro
Put the di*k in her throat
Give her what she needs start it off speed now i hit slow
All i ever wanted is a hunnit round tommy and a pocket full of money
House full of hoes and a mouth full of gold i blow my money
Her face on hundreds pus*y taste like 20s her head on 50 so i let her f*ck with me
Anytime a young n*gga grow up with the wrong n*gga he end up drug dealing
Give a f*ck where he from outside with the pump and i hope he got the plug with em
Molly with the lean and the lean with the dope made ho go crazy
Call up bro what you know at the liquor store Finna go crazy
Every last b*tch i f*ck wanna save and hold my nuts
Getting head in a truck backseat window down with my feat kicked up
Riding smoking and drinking I see the police and i give no f*ck
We don't give no f*ck
[Hook :]

[Verse 2 :]
All i want to know is if she gonna ride for the clique put a bug on the wrist
Started on the block popping bottles in the vile then we bel air sip
All i ever wanted was a bag full of richest and the bad ass b*tches
And the rad paper tag and a brand new jag and a bag full of swishers
Im a sl*ttyboy killer and we don't f*ck with new n*ggas
Give a f*ck about the issue I just got a new pistol and it came with a missile
Anytime a young n*gga grow up with the wrong n*gga he end up drug dealing
Give a f*ck what he want cause i got it in the trunk come and leave a couple of slugs with him
Booking all the bad ass strippers in the club with him still no love with him
Every Time he call me on the phone I be hoping he really got the plug with him
Every last n*gga i rob told me it really was no problem
Cause they do it for the cars and the clothes and the hoes and i do it for the dollas
Ion need no partner I promise squad got pockets full of collars
With a house full of house and a mouth full of gold and a 9 full of hollows

[Hook :]