Teechie - Name on the Map

Stand ten toes with my niggas
Spinning on the block gotta strap pulling triggers
Niggas going dumb going ape we gorillas
Drip with no flavor you plain like vanilla
Soon I will make it and move to LA
Watch me splash with the 3 like I’m Oracle Bay
And you niggas are corn and you don’t have no balls
if your wondering yes I threw a shot to y’all
Hate is my fucking downfall I’m all alone but I’m still standing tall
Rocking v lone don’t be changing your tone cause you niggas are pussy you’ll never be known
Try to be me like your my fucking clone
Know I’m the King I just sit on my thrown
Heart made of stone cause you niggas and bitches be crazy
You tired to out me but just know that I’m grown
I’m in zone feeling berserk he was left in the dirt his face on t shirt
So I’m putting in work fade like I’m dirk
I’m in bag And you bitches just lurk
Don’t gotta drag but your feelings be hurt
Don’t like to brag but just know you’ll get murked
You will get whacked pull with a 9
Yea it’s a tech and you know that I’m firing
Name on the map
Putting my city on my back
Where I’m from they got no heart
So just know I will never lack and that’s fact keep it real
Fuck the drama I just chill
Niggas know me for me and how I’m coming yea that’s the drill
Blowing up fast and I’m moving
But niggas say I’m cruising
I do the dash and I’m choosing
My dreams I’m just pursing
I’m always running and gunning
Ya niggas might dead
If you're asking what happened
I filled his body with lead
Know that coming man harder than ever
If you ever want smoke I just say it’s whatever
I feel like I’m godlike I’m changing weather
I’m making it rain with the sun in my leather
I’m kicking it cooling without any cares
And I know that I’m dripping you don’t gotta stare
I’m just rocking designer and rocking brown hair
Climbing the charts like I’m walking up stairs
Hang with my niggas they reckless so no I don’t fuck with no feds that shit is dead
I will repeat it again cause my nigga I said what I said
Dropping these songs and I’m making a living I’m counting my racks
And I’m stacking my bread
I don’t be banging them B’s or be throwing them C’s but I still wear my blue and my red
Tell me the truth if you be lying I’m breaking ya tooth spit in the booth
Yes I am different you niggas not cool
Don’t try to test me I’ll pull out that tool
Niggas be fake and they swear they hard up
Cause they got a little lean in there cup
You is a bitch I’m a pit you a pup
Running ya mouth bet you I will run up
Name on the map
Putting my city on my back
Where I’m from they got no heart
So just know I will never lack and that’s fact
Keep it real
Fuck the drama I just chill
Niggas know me for me and how I’m coming
Yea That’s the drill

Written by:
Tory James

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