My Name Is Lyrics - Ybn Cordae

[Intro] 

Wooh! 

Alright, alright 

Now listen, listen loud and clear, you dig? 

This is uh, this is history 

For real nigga 

Yo, yo 

Yo, yo, yo 

Now check me out, listen 

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[Verse 1] 

Why everybody change on me? 

While I remain the same, that's why I'm bringing major payne 

Like mothafuckin' Damon Wayans 

And now you chickens is toast, this ain't Raising Cane's 

It's clear we wasn't raised the same, rappers lame with fame 

I'm known to kill a wack rapper like a bad hobby 

I smash hotties and stash bodies, then cop lil' boats 

Like that's Yachty, and that's probably 

Why I'm so fly that I crash lobbies and after it slap thotties 

I'm a rap fanatic who rap fantastic without the platinum status 

Why I'm blastin' the maddest 'cause most of these cats is average (uh) 

I swear to God that I never lie to avoid a fact 

A terrible hairstylist, as I'm destroying tracks 

I don't bust guns but my niggas deploy the strap 

Then bring out a fucking .45 like Michael Jordan's back 

I wanna give these niggas hell if heaven was grant 

The best thing from PG since Kevin Durant 

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[Hook] 

Hah, my name is, my name is, yeah 

Oh yeah, YBN shit 

Don't doubt my name, I said, I tell 'em what my name 

Nigga better know the name, yeah, YBN shit 

Better know, my name is (yuh) 

[Verse 2] 

See, a nigga was skippin' class, damn I rather attempt the raps 

Said fuck it I'm missing that, when I blow go tick for tack 

I'm a boss on my Diddy shit, my flow is too hideous 

Dropped out of school, senior year, a true idiot 

You see, I wear designer bags, I don't carry minor cash 

I'm trying to find the stack, big as Blac Chyna's ass 

Oh you wack rhymers, trash climbers, that's kinda sad 

In the pathfinder, but my path couldn't find my dad 

Now my soul dented, pulled up in a Ghost tinted 

In a drive-by, where niggas shooting shit like Cole Bennett 

You ho's finished, in this rap shit a cold menace 

But I'm flowin' gold liquid, damn I'm so vicious 

Uh, my name is Cordae, but don't forget the YBN 

I used to get high with friends off grandmama's vicodins 

And mix it with a percocet, damn that really worked a sweat 

My verse is just perfect, yeah, fuck it go and search the net 

[Hook] 

Hah, my name is, my name is 

Nigga's be the lamest, YBN shit 

My name, you nigga's know his name 

The nigga's flow is lame, nigga, hah 

[Outro] 

Man, these niggas whack as fuck in this music shit, bro, like what the fuck 

You niggas suck like shit bro, like damn you niggas fucking suck 

Man