No Names

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Scorey - Rap, East Coast Rap

No Names

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[Intro] We were already checkin' out though Why you saying you calling the police, bro, you mad? Why you saying you calling the police, bro, you mad? Chill aight, chill aight? [Chorus] Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names He in that cell fuckin' with the dope game Chopper Adele, love the way that pole sing They gave him shells, he got hit from close range Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring Fuck what he yell, he ain't put in no pain All by myself, hop out when the door swing Bro give him hell, he just like to torch things, uh [Verse 1] Tell me who you rockin' with, so we can hit they block and spin it Hang with the opposites, then he gon' hear that chopper spittin' Crash 'bout that guap, I'm wit' it, splash at his top and split it Max love to hop out, hittin', masked up with all my villains Nobody loved me back when I ain't have a bowl to piss in Couldn't get no ride before I got up on this road to riches Stuck by my lonely with this nine, don't need no co-defendant Ain't no support, got on my grind, nobody loaned a penny [Chorus] Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names He in that cell fuckin' with the dope game Chopper Adele, love the way that pole sing They gave him shells, he got hit from close range Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring Fuck what he yell, he ain't put in no pain All by myself, hop out when the door swing Bro give him hell, he just like to torch things, uh [Verse 2] I been on that paper trail, never was a school guy Grindin' 'til my pockets double-stuffed just like a Moon Pie Hop out with that glizzy, turnin' blocks, you went, just you and I I've been screamin', "4TS," but still rock with my Coolidge guys We could get it, do or die, yours or mine, set it up We got all the switches and them forty-fives, hella guns I won't drop a diss, I tell them shooters slide, wet 'em up My brodie got hit, you know them savages ain't lettin' up [Chorus] Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names He in that cell fuckin' with the dope game Chopper Adele, love the way that pole sing They gave him shells, he got hit from close range Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring Fuck what he yell, he ain't put in no pain All by myself, hop out when the door swing Bro give him hell, he just like to torch things, uh [Outro] Like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names Chopper Adele, love the way that pole sing

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Credits

Writers
  • John Luther
  • Taz Taylor
  • Nash
  • Scorey
  • Trina’e Williams