Текст песни Put My Name On it - TB Nino

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Uhh aye, playing for that green like I'm Jayson Tatum

Walking wit that - in my jeans you can see it hanging

Uhh, if he play wit TB then I'm gon make him famous

Ayy, and my lifestyle like TV
I grew up ain't have no cable

Mad at my lil bitch she rock CC
Even though I'm blood bangin'

Mad at these lil niggas they stealing my swag
But they ain't doin' it right

First time tryna use that switch
You ain't gon shoot it right

She pulled up and then got buss down
Oh you the Uber type?

I used to wake up and go bus down
But now my jewelry bright

Do a show
Pop out with your freak on the same night

Pour some pain and some profit in the same sprite

Catch me switching lanes with your main broad

Phone calls from my uncle
Thuggin' on that mainline that same yard

Drunk as fuck I never give a freak hoe my bank card

U rap niggas don't put no fear in slime cause yall ain't hard

Disregarding, this lil ho I'm hitting
Ain't taking my chains off

Been retarted
Nigga ask bout TB I'll get your main's sparked

Walk a nigga down
On the sidewalk leave his brains on it

She say she wan be trenchbaby's baby
Put my name on it

Uhh, expensive ass jeans
I spilled some drank on em

She say im a clean dope fein
Geeked ass mogul

Bad bitch for my protein
I eat her like I'm 'posed to

Your BM tryna put it on TB
I ain't even gon hold you

I was capping
I would never take one of these hos to Nobu

Chilling wit my ghetto cougar ho we watching Roku

Other night this stripper bitch try take me to the showroom

I'm way too high the bitch tryn feel on me
I don't even know you

Niggas get to sneak dissing
Like these hos do

Yeah, set my system up
So now I'm broke ho proof
Yeah, you ain't real as us rapping bout that shit you don't do

Walk in this show they tried to pat me down
But I got pole through

I'm off these drugs and I'm powered up I feel like Goku

Pouring mud my ho hate that shit she say I'm a damn fool

I'm not a thug
I'm a young nigga that got a plan

I'm from the trenches wit this music shit
Might fly to France

She wan' go shopping when we land
Bae pack up your bags

She closing her eyes whenever I drive
Don't look at the dash

I can't drop a dime
I'm a slime we don't fuck with rats

Pull up to my show with my fye
They don't know how to act

Bae I need a bag for my time
That's just simple math

Real street nigga I got riches came from rags

Heard yo nigga died just for dissing ain't you mad?

Freaky ass lil bitch she can't even wait gripping on my pants

Boujie ass lil ho flew overseas just for a tan

I'm assuming that you ain't got one
You keep on calling me dad

Shawty done got caught up
Fucking wit these meds

Put it on her tongue
Now she rolling once again

Fell in love with these drugs so my ho feel neglected

She see im living fast she wan fuck wit a rebel

Yo mans died and you ain't slide boy that's not respectable

All I know is run these bands up that's what I better do

All I heard was that your mans broke he ain't got no revenue

Brother showed me how to pull the move and clean the residue

Walk down on one of these niggas put some on your boots

Chomp down this lil ho a freak tryn treat me like food

Stomp down she gon' bring it in
Gimme the loot

Bad bitch, blowing up my phone
While counting these blues

Black flags in my entourage they got loose screws

Trenchbaby, can't no nigga do what I do you need some new shoes

(Yeah I need some new shoes)

(Need some new shoes)

(Counting up these new blues, wit your main boo)

(Riding in that)

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