FastxMoney5 - Off My Name Lyrics

I would've popped his ass too, yeah I'm on the block
Nigga tryna get them bags off,
I'll slide like Future, yeah I with my mask off
We spend that money on a bunch of shit,
Punching shit, already swiped this bitch off my bucket list
Fiends ice spice, for that work, they get to munchin' shit
Pull up rush hour, with them bags Chris Tucker shit
I know a nigga call my phone, act like he f*ck with me
I'm finna get a bag, f*ck up the city
Put them bows in the rental, I'm going state to state with it
These niggas hate me, it's almost like they hate winning
These bitches try to play you close, that's why I hate women
A nigga play with me, I'ma be passing out a state dinner
I don't know why you wanna play with me, my shorty insane nigga
I'm tryna get some M's, f*ck some chains from Johnny Dang nigga
I got it off my name, f*ck what you claim nigga
My niggas from the trenches, yeah, f*ck what you bang nigga
You'll never see me wear another nigga chain nigga
Look at where I'm from and look how far I done came nigga
I know some niggas who wouldn't ride for they brothers, I can't bang with them
You not me, yeah our life not the same nigga
I gotta bust heads and bust brains nigga
I gotta get P's, flip P's and bust plays nigga
Bitch
They used to love me, now they hate me now
Niggas that didn't like pape, I had to stay from around
I used to ride around with a Drac, that make a baby sound
Nigga if I snitched on somebody, Lord take me now
We on the run with this money, gotta chase it down
With some serial killers, yeah, we got a special K around
Catch you out on feet, yeah, we'll chase you down
Real mafia shit, we don't slide with no babies around
How you wanna be like me, you never even jugged a pound
Uh, you don't know how It look or sound
Slide through late night, I got the lookout
Come through grill yo shit, it's a cookout
Kel had the ARPs, I had the Drac on me
I really then sat, and seen niggas hate on me
Lil' baby and Gotti, I'll put a date on it
Get your ass smoked like some good weed, I'll put some Cake on it
Migos flood me with them bricks, yeah, I pull up
With a van, whole bunch of sticks, hop out
Sedans, put my lil' niggas on hits
Just like it's football, I'll send a blitz
Bitch, they on that hating shit
When I get them bands, I'ma flood my favorite wrist
I know a nigga who hate me, he should hate his bitch
You don't know the keys to success if you're not taking risks
We run up that dog shit, you got baby shit
Nigga, we got real toys, don't play with this
Uh, yeah, I'm in the kitchen
Big hen, I'm tryna raise me a chicken
Serve it to my fiend, yeah, he say it's finger lickin
I'm tryna run up a check more than your mama pension
God save me, I wasn't worried about you bitches
I got shot and bought more guns with extensions
How you wanna be me, that's what I go through
My life more realer than these pro tools
Told my brudda You gotta be crazy if I let a nigga smoke you
I don't give a f*ck about a bitch, I'll Ghost You