Baka - Live Up To My Name lyrics

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Baka - Live Up To My Name lyrics

[Intro] ...in my zone, I close my fakers up All your hoes chose me, n***a calm down [Verse 1] Louis pouch across my body, this is not for fashion This is not a playground, ain't no fist right b**h I'm blastin' n***as say they looking for me, like I'm not right here man If I tatted tears, I'd be crying to my beard man b**h I'm trying to f**, I've been inside for thirteen years now I've been on so many flights, it's like my record's clear now A.K.A. the man, A.K.A. I never ran Don't make me turn this spray like on your head like you Roxanne Only talk to bosses, not the second in command n***as bring it, talk to me, you better have a plan 'Cause they don't have a cure for all my pain A.K.A. it's Not Nice and I live up to my name (Ya Ya) [Hook] This the boy, are you insane? I drink Henny when I shoot my pistol at the range That way when I'm tipsy, I still know I got my aim A.K.A. it's Not Nice and it's not a f**ing game (Ya Ya) You and I, we're not the same Posted like Ibaka, got your wifey runnin' brains She was there with boi dem, keep my front door off the frame She say I look like Usher when I'm trappin' in the rain Trap trap, trappin' in the rain She say I look like Usher when I'm trappin' in the rain Just know I'm a shooter first and rap is not my thing A.K.A. it's Not Nice and I live up to my– [Verse 2] Hiding in the racks I don't pay tax, 12 on my back Might drive the Caddy around, but I never lack Baka not with the sh**, so yeah who tellin' you that? I went to jail and then they released Men in Black When I came out, Timberlake was bringing Sexy Back Facts, n***a facts! I fell in love with my strap Named myself Milli 'cause I want a milli' to stack (Ya Ya) Now run and tell that You n***as moving like cops, don't make me pipe up your block Out the window while the whip's moving, that's a hell of a shot f** all my opps, I'll pull, you n***as are f**ed (Ya Ya) [Outro] This the boy, are you insane? I drink Henny when I shoot my pistol at the range That way when I'm tipsy, I still know I got my aim A.K.A. it's Not Nice and I live up to my–

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