Can’t Even Name Dis

Yeah, yeah, n- Balling like the NBA, know I'm with the Lakers Ya bitch, n-, I might take her Yeah, n- N-, yeah Balling like the NBA, know I'm with the Lakers If I see you with your bitch, n- I might take her This hoe actin' like a fan, so I gotta shake her And we smokin' good gas, coming from Jamaica If it ain't about that money, I'ma see you later Know I'm pushing heavy P, n- I'm a player If you a real n-, all that hate and shit won't faze you Man I got these n- shocked, think I got a taser We don't see no stop signs, n-, we ain't stoppin Bad bitch, she got braces and them lips poppin' N- tryna ride my wave, n-, steady jockin' When we get up on the stage, we gon' get to rockin' Make your bitch lose her mind, yeah, I got her brainless Finna pull up to the spot, know that's where the gang is Bitch, I'm a dog off the leash, n-, you can't tame this Smokin' on exotic gas, you can't even name this If you with me then we locked in, no you can't lane switch N- hatin' on me, talking down, they on that lame shit Pop out on the scene, I'm with the guys, we on that gang shit All my n- havin' motion yeah, we on the same shit All my n- havin' motion yeah, we tryna get a bag Rich n- in the front, the broke n- in the back Know I pull up in a coupe, n-, swervin' in a jet Know I got them racks on me, n-, make my pants sag N- talking down, hating on me N-, who is you? I just ran it up and dropped your paycheck on my tooth They like "Damn that n- snappin' man, that n- he the truth" Luh Tyler headed to the top, you know it's time to raise the roof I might take a n- bitch and turn her to my side hoe Know I like my bitches short, this lil' bitch right here 5'4" Pull up and I get the cheese, then I gotta slide bro N- smokin' on that gas, you smokin' black & white bro I've been fuckin' with yo' bitch and you ain't even have a clue Luh Tyler snappin' in this rap, that n- came up out the blue Man, them n- fuck around and they done put me in the stu' They like "Damn, this n- hard! N- I already knew" N-, I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna get to where that bag at Smokin' on exotic gas, n-, I can't even pass that Man these n- see I'm blowin' up, I bet they havin' flashbacks It's a bad, slim, thick bitch I told her "Throw that ass back" It's a bad, slim, thick bitch I told her "Make it shake" In the booth with dark shades on, I feel like Johnny Cage We should get to actin' out, I gotta put her in her place I won't buy the bitch a ring, but I might buy that hoe a lace Yeah, n- Yeah N-, yeah Phew, phew Ski