Luh Tyler - Can't Even Name Dis Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, nigga
Balling like the NBA, know I'm with the Lakers
Ya bitch, nigga, I might take her
Yeah, nigga
Nigga, yeah

Balling like the NBA, know I'm with the Lakers
If I see you with your bitch, nigga
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, nigga
I'm a player
If you a real nigga, all that hate and shit won't faze you
Man I got these nigga shocked, think I got a taser

We don't see no stop signs, nigga, we ain't stoppin
Bad bitch, she got braces and them lips poppin'
Niggas tryna ride my wave, niggas, 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, nigga, 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
Niggas 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 niggas havin' motion yeah, we on the same shit
All my niggas havin' motion yeah, we tryna get a bag
Rich niggas in the front, the broke niggas in the back
Know I pull up in a coupe, nigga, swervin' in a jet
Know I got them racks on me, nigga, make my pants sag
Niggas talking down, hating on me
Nigga, who is you?
I just ran it up and dropped your paycheck on my tooth
They like "Damn that nigga snappin' man, that nigga he the truth"
Luh Tyler headed to the top, you know it's time to raise the roof
I might take a nigga 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
Nigga smokin' on that gas, you smokin' black & white bro
I've been f*ckin' with yo' bitch and you ain't even have a clue
Luh Tyler snappin' in this rap, that nigga came up out the blue
Man, them nigga f*ck around and they done put me in the stu'
They like "Damn, this nigga hard! Nigga I already knew"
Nigga, I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna get to where that bag at
Smokin' on exotic gas, nigga, I can't even pass that
Man these nigga 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, nigga
Yeah
Nigga, yeah
Phew, phew
Ski