Nobody Tell A Name Lyrics - Raury

[Bridge: Raury ] 

Yeah, uh 

[Hook: Raury] 

You don't need to wonder if I blow 

There's alot of it 

On my Koji Kondo shit, on my Koji Kondo 

Technicolor platinum silver golds on my front some shit 

On my Koji Kondo shit, on my Koji Kondo 

East Atlanta, South Chicago flows 

Yeah we run this shit 

Don't you even front bout it, don't you even front bout it 

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[Verse 1: Raury] 

Throw the peace sign, this is nothing, I be high 

As two-pilot propeller planes 

Got hella flame for the fuckboys that sell they fame 

The pigs come round', nobody tell a name 

Nobody tell a name, nobody tell a name 

The pigs come round', nobody tell a name 

[Verse 2: Taylor Bennett] 

My bitch bought me a Gucci shirt 

I'm turnt up like Lil Uzi Vert 

Fuck with me you might get murked 

My clique draped in all type of flow 

For my lil' bro moves all types of work 

My gang out here, my gang out there 

I'm with them hoods that you can't go 

Atlanta like my second home 

My side bitch if we technical 

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[Verse 3: Raury] 

No nigga this fresh you know 

Dressed like a professional, turquoise on my necklace though 

You be on that western coast 

Always on the dash you know, sorry I ain't checking though 

I'm just out in Texas though, meet and text and sex these hoes 

I'm not even flexing though 

It's just my confessional, it's just my confessional 

[Verse 4: Taylor Bennett] 

How a nigga move so professional 

With an extra hoe? 

I'mma let you know 

Getting money like I never seen a check before 

Getting blessed like I've never ever stressed no more 

Putting bitches on, never getting dressed no more 

I don't even send a text with address no more 

She just pull up at the door, I finessed that hoe 

Like oowah 

Young nigga savage 

Posted on your backstreet 

With a thick chick 

She looking like an athlete 

In the ave-y 

Saying thick ass Ashley 

I'mma pass her that 

Stick like track meet 

My boys don't sing 

But they BackStreet 

[Bridge: Raury ] 

Yeah, uh 

[Hook: Raury] 

You don't need to wonder if I blow 

There's alot of it 

On my Koji Kondo shit, on my Koji Kondo 

Technicolor platinum silver goals on my front some shit 

On my Koji Kondo shit, on my Koji Kondo 

East Atlanta, South Chicago flows 

Yeah we run this shit 

Don't you even front bout it, don't you even front bout it