Nobody Tell a Name (feat. Raury)

Yeah, uh You don't need to wonder if I blow There's alot of it On my Koji Kondo shit, on my Koji Kondo Technicolor platinum silver goals on my front some shit On my Koji Kondo shit, on my Koji Kondo East Atlanta, South Chicago flows Yeah we run this shit Don't you even front bout it, don't you even front bout it Throw the peace sign, this is nothing, I be high As two-pilot propeller planes Got hella flame for the fuckboys 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 My bitch bought me a Gucci shirt I'm turnt up like Lil Uzi Vert Fuck with me you might get murked My clique draped in all type of flow For my lil' bro moves all types of work My gang out here, my gang out there I'm with them hoods that you can't go Atlanta like my second home My side bitch if we technical No nigga 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 How a nigga move so professional With an extra hoe? I'mma let you know Getting money like I never seen a check before Getting blessed like I've never ever stressed no more Putting bitches 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 oowah Young nigga savage Posted on your backstreet With a thick chick She looking like an athlete In the ave-y Saying thick ass Ashley I'mma pass her that Stick like track meet My boys don't sing But they BackStreet Yeah, uh You don't need to wonder if I blow There's alot of it On my Koji Kondo shit, on my Koji Kondo Technicolor platinum silver goals on my front some shit On my Koji Kondo shit, on my Koji Kondo East Atlanta, South Chicago flows Yeah we run this shit Don't you even front bout it, don't you even front bout it