lirik lagu echotone records - fuck yo name
it ain’t always knockin’ time that sh~t off
your b~tch and my deans, but she broke so it’s small
they talk about the street boy, you soft as a cloud
we’re full of this glide, now you ain’t makin’ a sound
f~ck your name, f~ck your game, f~ck your life
we let it bang, talk that sh~t, you ghetto race
now your mom would cloud with a waist
p~ssy made weak ass lame ass clown
bunch you in the dirt, now you snippin’ on the ground
you ain’t never seen a bag, you ain’t never seen a pound
only thing you ever flip a burger’s in the town
tough on the ground, but a b~tch in the streets
all your shooters fake, they ain’t packing no heat
catch you like and leave you slept in the seat
body back’s takin’ like thе racks on my feet
f~ck your name, f~ck your game, f~ck your life
wе let it bang, talk that sh~t, you ghetto race
now your mom would cloud with a waist
all that talk, now you ghost like a b~tch
spinning your block, got you ducking real quick
ain’t no running, ain’t no place you can hide
you ain’t built for this life, little b~tch, say goodbye
b~tch, i’m the reason that your squad look weak
you the type to talk tough, they report like a geek
i ain’t got a flex, but it’s glock, got reach
and it’s money too long, i ain’t never been cheap
i got b~tches overseas, i don’t even know your name
when they hear your f~cking music, they just laughin’ at your game
boy you think it’s f~ck tryin’ to ride on some fame
now you dissin’ all my name, you ain’t ready for this pain
throw gas, joke, ass, no class hold
talk about my back, but you froze at the show
actin’ like a demon, but you soft, there’s a pillow boy
i send a couple shots, now you missin’ like willow
b~tch, i pull up in a phantom, you still takin’ the bus
talkin’ like you rich, but your fate lookin’ sus
ain’t no need for a fight, ain’t no need for a fuss
one call, then it’s over, they gon’ put you in dust
tryna sneak this boy, you must be dumb
i ain’t never cookin’ el b~tch, my records go numb
it’s this war that you want, then it’s war that you get
send some shooters to your block, now your whole team wet
p~ssy may, weak ass, lame ass clown
put you in the dirt, now you slippin’ underground
you ain’t never seen a bag, you ain’t never seen a pound
only thing you ever flipped was burners in a town
toughed up grand, but a b~tch in the streets
all you shooters fake, they ain’t packin’ no heap
catch you lackin’, leave you slop in the seat
body back stackin’ like the rats on feet
on a talk, now you ghost like a b~tch
spinning your block at you duckin’ real quick
ain’t no runnin’ in your place, you can hide
you ain’t built for this life, little b~tch, say goodbye
b~tch, i’m the reason that your squad look weak
spinning your block at you duckin’ real quick
ain’t no runnin’ in your place, you can hide
you ain’t built for this life, little b~tch, say goodbye
b~tch, i’m the reason that your squad look weak
you’d attack the talk tough, then report like a geek
i ain’t got a flex, but it’s glock got reachin’
it’s me too long, i ain’t never been cheap
i got b~tches overseas, they don’t even know your name
when they hear your f~ckin’ music, they just laughin’ at your game
boy, you fake as f~ck, tryna ride on some fame
now you dissin’ on my name, you ain’t ready for this pain
bro, gas, joke, ass, no class, hoe
top behind my back, but you froze in the show
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