Get A Name lyrics

[Intro: Your Stepdad]
(Okay, Rodz)
Gang
Ayy, ayy, gang
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Your Stepdad]
b*tches come and go, I come inside of mine, she got protection (Damn)
n*ggas made a flow, no 9 to 5, but somehow n*ggas stressin'
Mama told me stressin' for the book when we was broke as f*ck (Damn)
All my b*tches open up to me, they dads ain't close enough (Close)
b*tch want me to poke her up, but I'm just tryna smoke this blunt
Bad b*tch tryna j*rk me up, she touch my head, perk me up
I ain't never did no Percs, the perks of being a rapper suck
Can't maintain— damn, gang, ayy
Can't maintain a b*tch in fame, I hate that I'm thе chosen one
n*ggas copy flow to get a namе, but still ain't close enough (Damn)

[Verse 2: Brezden]
Tryna get my name, you can't never be like Brezden, b*tch
How the f*ck this b*tch start lickin' on me? I ain't settle it (What?)
Yeah, my pockets blue, it's like they Rolling, they ain't set a pic
b*tch, I bet a brick I'm gon' blow, it was never quick
Don't know what y'all mean when y'all be talkin', I ain't seven six
I got b*tches, they like bad dads, they ain't there for me
She just wanna smoke and take this di*k, she don't care for me (Damn)
She be in my head, so when I pull, it take some hair with me
Bad b*tch, she tryna f*ck me, I'm just tryna bump this lucky
b*tch, I'm fried, where my chicken? I ain't talkin' 'bout Kentucky
I can't Rodney with these b*tches, why they actin' like we stuckey?
My ex-b*tch like OJ Simpson, she keep sayin' she gon' cut me
She say "You a rapper", let's get Benihanas, she got Buck-ees
[Interlude: Brezden]
It's crazy 'cause like, since I've been rappin' and sh*t, these b*tches, they hit me up like—
Just, just seeing how much they could get up out me, but
I guess they don't know they ain't gettin' sh*t (What?)

[Verse 3: Brezden]
How the f*ck could I trick on a b*tch and watch my granny struggle? (How?)
She was mad that I ain't playin' for college, but I plan to hussle
I just bought this b*tch a Plan B, but I don't plan to love her
I got two bad b*tches on me, I feel like Danny Glover
Hit her with that glove 'cause I'm safe like I'm Ricky H
She gon' give me face, but she fake, she like Kimmy K
That lil' b*tch got cake, but it's hate all up in her heart
[?], 'cause it's smoke, I had to hit the park
Love it when it's dark, and I like my b*tches melanated
We just smoked the dog turd, this sh*t got me hella faded
Elevated, I take elevator to the top suite (What?)
Dedicated and she educated when she taught me
Top speed, b*tch, I'm Tyreek, you can't stop me
Stop, please, tryna steal my flow, you are not me
You don't get pus*y, boy, please stop watchin' Top G
Bloof, blowin' cookies, boy, switchin' to that za zee (Exotic), ayy
And I might need a DA
'Cause I keep killing all these beats, I'm makin' hits like D.A
b*tch, the weed I'm blowin' strong, it could bench like three plates
How I seen her in her thong, and we ain't been on no dates?
And I don't even like these b*tches, I just hate to be lonely
I need some living touch 'cause all these dead faces be on me
I'm gettin' super geeked as soon as I wake up in the morning
You tryna steal my flow, then get a flow, we won't ever know it (Ha)