Nothing 2 My Name lyrics
by Tony Shhnow
[Intro: Tony Shhnow]
(You rocking with DJ YoungKash)
Uh, ayy
Yeah (f*ck)
I want money, f*ck the fame, I'm a real trap n*gga
Pull up in a— yeah, go, yeah
[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
Came from the bottom, I had nothing to my name
I'm a real trap n*gga, I want money, f*ck the fame
Quarter pound, half a pound, I done finally made it to a whole one
You could call me for whatever unless you tryna hold somethin'
[Verse 1: Tony Shhnow]
Take your queen, shut down the club off a face card
This life no movie, but these pus*y n*ggas act hard
I got a gun and my b*tch got one too
She give me head like she playing the flute
I got a check, I just know what to do
I'm true to the game, ain't no way I'ma lose
I get flashbacks, I can vividly remember every day on the block (f*ck)
Even more than hustling, we had to lay on the block
We had to eat, sleep, sh*t, p*ss, and pray on the block
n*gga, f*ck your loot, I been making them knots
I'm in the hood, hop out the Suburban
I'm in the trap, got a bad b*tch twerking
Her head was so good, if I bought it, she earned it
I got a tip for whatever you working
My money straight, but my b*tch body cursive
I let in the sing in the trap like rehearsal
I'm with the movement like I'm universal
[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
Came from the bottom, I had nothing to my name
I'm a real trap n*gga, I want money, f*ck the fame
Quarter pound, half a pound, I done finally made it to a whole one
You could call me for whatever unless you tryna hold somethin'
[Verse 2: OJ da Juiceman]
Ayy, Yung Juice
Half a pound, whole brick, started from the bottom
Skrrt, skrrt in the pot, tryna make a dollar
Started in the 'partment, call it public housing
Standin' on them corners, tryna make a thousand hours
Smokin' '93, make my babies take a shower
Glock 27 protect a n*gga like a father
Remember '08, I had bricks in the Charger
CEO, I run my sh*t just like Tha Carter
Never graduated, but young Juiceman way smarter
Remember those days when I used to ride MARTA
Now I'm calling shots, yeah, young Juiceman, he a baller (Swish)
sh*ttin' on n*ggas, you would swear I was a toddler (Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
Came from the bottom, I had nothing to my name
I'm a real trap n*gga, I want money, f*ck the fame
Quarter pound, half a pound, I done finally made it to a whole one
You could call me for whatever unless you tryna hold somethin'