Can’t Even Name Dis lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, n*gga
Balling like the NBA, know I'm with the Lakers
Ya b*tch, n*gga, I might take her
Yeah, n*gga
n*gga, yeah

[Chorus]
Balling like the NBA, know I'm with the Lakers
If I see you with your b*tch, n*gga
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, n*gga
I'm a player
If you a real n*gga, all that hate and sh*t won't faze you
Man I got these n*gga shocked, think I got a taser

[Verse]
We don't see no stop signs, n*gga, we ain't stoppin
Bad b*tch, she got braces and them lips poppin'
n*ggas tryna ride my wave, n*ggas, steady jockin'
When we gеt up on the stage, we gon' gеt to rockin'
Make your b*tch lose her mind, yeah, I got her brainless
Finna pull up to the spot, know that's where the gang is
b*tch, I'm a dog off the leash, n*gga, 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
n*ggas hatin' on me, talking down, they on that lame sh*t
Pop out on the scene, I'm with the guys, we on that gang sh*t
All my n*ggas havin' motion yeah, we on the same sh*t
All my n*ggas havin' motion yeah, we tryna get a bag
Rich n*ggas in the front, the broke n*ggas in the back
Know I pull up in a coupe, n*gga, swervin' in a jet
Know I got them racks on me, n*gga, make my pants sag
n*ggas talking down, hating on me
n*gga, who is you?
I just ran it up and dropped your paycheck on my tooth
They like "Damn that n*gga snappin' man, that n*gga he the truth"
Luh Tyler headed to the top, you know it's time to raise the roof
I might take a n*gga b*tch and turn her to my side hoe
Know I like my b*tches short, this lil' b*tch right here 5'4"
Pull up and I get the cheese, then I gotta slide bro
n*gga smokin' on that gas, you smokin' black & white bro
I've been f*ckin' with yo' b*tch and you ain't even have a clue
Luh Tyler snappin' in this rap, that n*gga came up out the blue
Man, them n*gga f*ck around and they done put me in the stu'
They like "Damn, this n*gga hard! n*gga I already knew"
n*gga, I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna get to where that bag at
Smokin' on exotic gas, n*gga, I can't even pass that
Man these n*gga see I'm blowin' up, I bet they havin' flashbacks
It's a bad, slim, thick b*tch
I told her "Throw that ass back"
It's a bad, slim, thick b*tch
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 b*tch a ring, but I might buy that hoe a lace
[Outro]
Yeah, n*gga
Yeah
n*gga, yeah
Phew, phew
Ski