Tony Shhnow – Nothing 2 My Name

Letra “Tony Shhnow – Nothing 2 My Name” Official Lyrics

Intro: Tony Shhnow

(You rocking with DJ YoungKash)
Uh, aye
Yeah
I want money, fuck the fame, I’m a real trap nigga
Pull up in a, yeah, go, yeah

Chorus: Tony Shhnow

Came from the bottom I had nothing to my name
I’m a real trap nigga, I want money, fuck the fame
Quarter pound, half a pound, I done finally made it to a whole one
You could call me for whatever unless you tryna’ hold some

Verse 1: Tony Shhnow

Take your queen straight out the club off a face card
This life no movie but these pussy niggas act hard
I got a gun and my bitch got one too
She give me head like she playing the flute
I got the check, I just know what to do
I’m true to the game ain’t no way I would lose
I get flashbacks, I could vividly remember every day on the block
Even more than hustling, we had to lay on the block
We had to eat, sleep, shit, piss, and pray on the block
Nigga fuck your loot, I been making the knots
I’m in the hood, hop out the suburban
I’m in the trap, got a bad bitch twerking
Her head was so good if I bought it she earned it
I got a
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for whatever you working
My money straight but my bitch body cursive
I make them sing in the trap like rehearsal

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universal

Chorus: Tony Shhnow

Came from the bottom I had nothing to my name
I’m a real trap nigga, I want money, fuck the fame
Quarter pound, half a pound, I done finally made it to a whole one
You could call me for whatever unless you tryna’ hold some

Verse 2: OJ da Juiceman

Aye, OJ
Half a pound, whole brick, started from the bottom
Skrt in the pot tryna’ make a dollar
Started in the apartment, call it public housing
Standing on them corners tryna’ make a thousand hours
Smoking 93′ make my babies shower
Glock .27 will take a nigga like a father
Remember 08′ I had bricks in the Charger
CEO around my shit just like big Carter
Never graduated but young Juiceman way smarter
Remember those days when I used to ride Marta
Now I’m calling shots, yeah young Juiceman he a baller
Shitting on niggas, you would swear I was a toddler
Aye, yeah, yeah

Chorus: Tony Shhnow

Came from the bottom I had nothing to my name
I’m a real trap nigga, I want money, fuck the fame
Quarter pound, half a pound, I done finally made it to a whole one
You could call me for whatever unless you tryna’ hold some