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##say ##my ##name - pcajay lyrics

[verse 1: marrgielaa]
that n*gga not good in my hood he can’t come here
i hop in a coupe i ain’t paying a bus fair
choppa so [?] lets run here
oh he a demon? we sending him down there
caught a opp that boy grave six feet under
i ain’t going for sh*t put that sh*t on my mother
upping that check get you gone for a dollar
i’ma shoot at a opp and then f*ck on his daughter
i just scammed yo b*tch out the bag now we balling
old head tryna shoot n*gga go be a father
stay focused on school boy i don’t even bother\
yeah, ’cause i’ma be rich regardless
send a pack straight through the ups driver
eating fufu boy i trap in wakanda
straight to the top ain’t n0body gon’ stop us
n*gga tryna run up but thesе bullets they gon’ drop ’em

[verse 2: pcajay, maajins, marrgielaa, luisss]
bеatbox, i spot a n*gga i got em
i feel like that man i smoked him in my robins
rob a n*gga dark night, like gotham
that n*gga is trash, and lebron he floppin’
i already knew that the lil’ n*gga was a b*tch
finna put the gun down beat that n*gga with my fists
scammed a crip n*gga he look like lilo, no stitch
yeah and i be with my dogs and i’m not talkin’ b*tch
me and lil’ maajins lil’ bro we can’t miss
and that n*gga say he shootin’ but he ain’t even got a stick
n*gga whipping a [?] what he pulling up in
got a bl!ck on [?] not talking ‘bout finn
lil’ boy we goin’ big i’m not talkin’ bout’ win
we dropped the opps we gonna shoot at they car
scammed a frail n*gga can’t even open a jar
[?]
run down on that n*gga, catch ’em
that lil boy shirt red not talkin’ bout ketchup
n*gga you poor go get yo bread up
i’m surfing this beat not talkin’ bout beretta
lil’ b*tch i’m in ny with lil tecca
wait say you got straps lil’ boy wheres your tec ugh
these bullets a barber yeah p*ssy boy come get ya edge up
[verse 3: luisss]
shoutout kanye got yeezy slides
feel like drake in the dm my toosie slide
feel like 4lifers cause n*gga i don’t lie
district only if i’m lying i’m flying
.223 on me he started crying
hit from the back and i’m breaking her spine
feel like meek mill die rich or die tryin
f*cking that b*tch and i’m wearing a pj
cumpleaño n*gga i think it’s my bday
bow hit him with a pump like ceeday
b*tch i’m so cool i feel like cj
scammed a opp hold on lemme check the calendar
it’s may 25th and i feel like a bachelor
hold on wait it’s the 26th, 26th, 26th, 26th
only real ones remember 26th
i was cold with that 5 i didn’t have a 6
cutting you off like i’m breaking a twix
or i’m cutting you off like i’m breaking a kit*kat
yeah that hoe is a gnat
i’m finna hit from the backidy back
10 deep like i’m rolling with a groupchat
um do you wanna bia? like zach
yeah getting the cheese 6ix9ine i’m a rat
i’m fly as an angel i’m fly as a bat
just like nav all i wanna do is tap
your boyfriend in my dm i’m teaching him how to rap
they go crazy for luisss like it was some crack
[?] like saints row johnny gat
she put me on a plane and you know where we at
yeah me and tana chilling up in chiraq
[verse 4: pcajay]
i stay by myself like it’s uno, drawing two glocks out my pocket reversing yo life
chop send you to mars like you bruno, like luisss that sh*t gon turn you to an angel you fly
a whole lotta red send these boys to sky
marrgielaa got double r’s for when we ride rolls royce
that boy wanna die to the gang that’s yo choice
that chop got him twitching like he cameron boyce
i feel like lil durk in the hood i’m the voice
who? my sons destiny they my childs
like i’m jaydee xd .45 get wild
that n*gga want smoke we got heat it’s not mild
i will beat the f*ck out a n*gga no comic
i’m a playboi and you is my son call you onyx
turn yo music on mute n*gga i’m being honest
no wwe f*ck that b*tch on some [?] sh*t
rolling deep knock the n*gga noodles back call him rasta
.23 on his back put that boy on a roster
rock out with my glizzy like i was a rockstar
xd .45 make a spanish n*gga salsa
these aks gon fill up the room i’ma mobstar
that b*tch wanna suck my d*ck cause i’ma popstar
bullets gon’ fill up the room cause they grra*ta grra*ta
n*gga i swear that they hotter

[verse 5: babysantana]
shorts was a 100 i got em’ from kit
pants was a band cause i got em from rick
really down bad know you not sipping tris
shout*out marrgielaa he carry a stick
glock, pack loker
she in my dms asking can i choke her
i’m off the gas not sober
your career like 1500 (over)
me and lil g’ we in a rover
put ya momma in a pack fold her
put ya brother in a zip folder
when i walked in it was hot, now its colder
how you so broke? you wearing loafers
i’m with yo girl she a good moaner
stroke game shocked her she need a donor
tana, romani a popular loner
bro name dakota, ain’t that a state?
copy my swag, why you got bape?
number nine mickey mouse on the chain
you got it too? ah lame
we cut him off now he suffer pain
yo flow is old need to walk with a cane
romani on it how you stealing my name
smoking yo pack i got slump in my veins
and you tried to come to ny but you ain’t gang
and you can’t be an angel boy stay in yo lane
and i went to cc to link up with the gang hold up i said gang twice
y*you left the crib now i’m piping yo wife
sleep on the couch gotta stay for the night
you copped a gun now you ain’t tryna fight
tryna act black but we know that you white
stay on the north cause that’s where you belong
shoutout to jay cause he sent me the opening up on this song
if he want smoke we put him in a bong
we put him up in the lights, nah
we put him up in the heights or the sky
we in ny man you know what we on
1*2*3*4*5 gone
6 shots to the chest oh out of there
you not angelic boy need to get out of there
first, how you gonna talk down on my manager?
i catch ya mom in the streets and i’m blamming her
let me catch my breath i ran out of staminar
wait i meant to say stamina
we finna run down on him on camera
you playing with yo life like you was a gambler
[verse 6: d0llywood1]

- pcajay lyrics

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