You Know The Name

Lyrics

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Ayy, nigga You know the name, man, you know I got it on me, nigga Come on, GlockBoyz, nigga You know the vibes, nigga (J, this shit too crazy) Come on [Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Ayy, you know the name, man, you know I got it on me, nigga (GlockBoyz, nigga) I'm with the BandGang, you know we got some money with us Ayy, she really out here workin' for Lonnie, they think she gold diggin' (Gold diggin') And I can show a bitch some shit, she got more money than her old nigga (She got more money than her old nigga) You know my name, man, you know I got my Glock, boy (I got my Glock, boy) When I'm with Lonnie, he want your chain, don't get shot for it (Don't get shot for it) You know that street shit ain't a game, I call it MyCourt (I call it MyCourt) You see, this Glock got different modes, I got this bitch in sport (I got this bitch in sport) [Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Man, I'm the best at this shit I ain't talkin' 'bout his watch, Lonnie invest in his wrist Nigga stompin' on that work, he the best with that kick I ain't talking 'bout his girl, but he invest in that bitch Man, I'm just sayin', though Money feed the fam and you need fam in case the feds come Man, I go in the booth and go retarded, just be playin' dumb Nigga fuckin' hoes I never saw in life and call 'em friends, though They even pull up on me tryna get come get high like they my mans, though Like, shit, we damn near have a shootout every day (Come on) So many bodies in the city, I think they runnin' out of tape (Come on, ayy) We can't be beefin' with these niggas if they gay (Ayy) I wish he would've smoked that nigga, kinda mad at 9K [Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands] I'm kinda mad at myself, I sold a brick in nine days I'm mad at Poody, I'm still traffickin' on the highway I'm mad as hell they put the chip on the machines, they took the swipe away Boom happy as hell, he caught two niggas smokin' in the driveway Hey, my safe look like an inmate number Hey, I call this AR-15 DeMarcus Cousins I ain't gotta leave town for an ounce, I get forty-five hundred Hit a country town unannounced, man, them rednecks really love me [Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Ayy, you know the name, man, you know I got it on me, nigga (GlockBoyz, nigga) I'm with the BandGang, you know we got some money with us Ayy, she really out here workin' for Lonnie, they think she gold diggin' (Gold diggin') And I can show a bitch some shit, she got more money than her old nigga (She got more money than her old nigga) You know my name, man, you know I got my Glock, boy (I got my Glock, boy) When I'm with Lonnie, he want your chain, don't get shot for it (Don't get shot for it) You know that street shit ain't a game, I call it MyCourt (I call it MyCourt) You see, this Glock got different modes, I got this bitch in sport (I got this bitch in sport) [Verse 3: Rob Vicious] Ayy, if we pull up on the opps, ain't no mistakes Shout out to your bitch, that bitch a bop, how my dick taste? This the type of chopper, when you shoot, it make your wrist break And tell the truth, lil' bro just took your shit, no, it ain't misplaced Street niggas take wins and losses, all part the game Made a million dollars off rappin' and I stayed the same Your trap stack ain't at least hundred thousand, then that shit change Bitch, I'm Rob Vicious, I'm 'bout real as this shit came [Verse 4: OnFully] I feel like fuck the world if you ain't vibin' with me I can't even keep a bitch for one day, these hoes be clingy Up this bitch, it ain't no pullin' back, do I look like Chingy? You niggas out here gossip like the hoes, worser than the bitch Wendy When brodie got that F on his belt, ain't talkin' Fendi He'll up that bitch and pop it, even if you try reachin' PJ tryna score somethin', nigga look like Ben Simmons Since a kid, I knew I want the bag, so I go get it