Fetty Wap, Bandmanrill - You Don’t Know My Name lyrics
[Fetty Wap, Bandmanrill - You Don’t Know My Name lyrics]
(Ballout) you don't know my name
Huh (huh) just keep it a bean
Are you fucking with bro?
You always saying, "it's not what it
Seems" so girl what's the word
Just please let me know
My homies told me, from jump, you a slut
Pain in my heart got me feeling too numb
(wait, You don't know my name)
When we fucking, you screaming my name
And you think I be putting in pain
If he play, get shot in his brain
Where I'm from it realy get real
(aye, You don't know my name)
Keep it on me I'm never a stain (hmm)
It's the band man with the gram man
Got work you know it's (big)
I will never shut my trap down
Be counting up for weeks
And that car better be strapped down
He thinking he robbing me, hmm yeah
Hop out with that FN and put
That boy to sleep, bitch please
Bitch please (You don't know my name)
If he play, get shot in his brain
Where I'm from it realy get real
(You don't know my name)
Keep it on me I'm never a stain, wait
Beretta's, uhh
Glizzy boy, you a wetter, uhh
I can tell his ass to chill
With this cheddar
I'm back to these little strikes
Get your bread up
That's why I stay on my toes
Only fucking with my bro's
They be riding with the poles
Huh (huh) just keep it a bean
Are you fucking with bro?
You always saying, "it's not what it
Seems" so girl what's the word
Just please let me know
My homies told me, from jump, you a slut
Pain in my heart got me feeling too numb
(wait, You don't know my name)
When we fucking, you screaming my name
And you think I be putting in pain
If he play, get shot in his brain
Where I'm from it realy get real
(aye, You don't know my name)
Keep it on me I'm never a stain (hmm)
It's the band man with the gram man
Got work you know it's (big)
I will never shut my trap down
Be counting up for weeks
And that car better be strapped down
He thinking he robbing me, hmm yeah
Hop out with that FN and put
That boy to sleep, bitch please
Bitch please (You don't know my name)
If he play, get shot in his brain
Where I'm from it realy get real
(You don't know my name)
Keep it on me I'm never a stain, wait
Beretta's, uhh
Glizzy boy, you a wetter, uhh
I can tell his ass to chill
With this cheddar
I'm back to these little strikes
Get your bread up
That's why I stay on my toes
Only fucking with my bro's
They be riding with the poles