Marrgielaa Maajins – Say My Name

Marrgielaa Maajins – Say My Name Lyrics

Artist: Marrgielaa Maajins
Song: Say My Name

Aye gang
Come on lets go b#tch
Gang yeah
That n#gg# not good in my hood he can’t come here

I hop in a coupe i ain’t paying a bus fair
Choppa so {?} lets run here
Oh he a demon? we sending him down there
Caught a opp that boy grave 6 feet under

I ain’t going for sh#t put that sh#t on my mother
Upping that check get you gone for a dollar
Imma shoot at a opp and then f#ck on his daughter
I just scammed a b#tch out the bag now we balling

Old head tryna shoot n#gg# go be a father
Stay focused on school boy i don’t even bother cause imma be rich rеgardless
Send a pack straight through the ups drivеr
Eating fufu boy i trap in wakanda

Straight to the top ain’t nobody gon stop us
n#gg# tryna run up but these bullets they gon drop him
Beatbox i spot a n#gg# i got em
I feel like the man i smoke {?} on my robins

Rob a n#gg# dark night like gotham
That n#gg# is trash and lebron he flopping
I already knew that the lil n#gg# was a b#tch
Finna put the gun down beat that n#gg# with my fists

Scammed a crip n#gg# he look like lilo no stitch
Yeah and i be with my dawgs and im not talkin b#tch
Me and lil maajins lil bro we can’t miss
And that n#gg# say he shootin but he ain’t even got a stick

n#gg# whipping a {?} what he pulling up in
Got a blick on {?} not talking ‘bout finn
Lil boy we goin big im not talkin bout’ win
We dropped the opps we gonna shoot at they car

Scammed a fraile n#gg# can’t even open a jar
Run down on that n#gg# catch em
That lil boy shirt red not talkin bout ketchup
n#gg# you poor go get yo bread up

I’m surfing this beat not talkin bout beretta
Lil b#tch im in ny with lil tecca
Wait say you got straps lil boy wheres your tec ugh
These bullets a barber yeah p#ss# boy come get ya edge up

Shoutout kanye got yeezy slides
Feel like drake in the dm my toosie slide
Feel like 4lifers cause n#gg# i don’t lie
District only if i’m lying i’m flying

.223 on me he started crying
Hit from the back and i’m breaking her spine
Feel like meek mill die rich or die tryin
f#cking that b#tch and i’m wearing a pj

Cumpleaño n#gg# i think it’s my bday
Bow hit him with a pump like ceeday
b#tch i’m so cool i feel like cj
Scammed a opp hold on lemme check the calendar

It’s may 25th and i feel like a bachelor
Hold on wait it’s the 26th, 26th, 26th, 26th
Only real ones remember 26th
I was cold with that 5 i didn’t have a 6

Cutting you off like i’m breaking a twix
Or i’m cutting you off like im breaking a kit-kat
Yeah that hoe is a gnat
Im finna hit from the backidy back

10 deep like i’m rolling with a groupchat
Um do you wanna bia? like zach
Yeah getting the cheese 6ix9ine i’m a rat
I’m fly as an angel i’m fly as a bat

Just like nav all i wanna do is tap
Your boyfriend in my dm i’m teaching him how to rap
They go crazy for luisss like it was some crack
{?} like saints row johnny gat

She put me on a plane and you know where we at
Yeah me and tana chilling up in chiraq
I stay by myself like it’s uno, drawing two glocks out my pocket reversing yo life
Chop send you to mars like you bruno, like luisss that sh#t gon turn you to an angel you fly

A whole lotta red send these boys to sky
Marrgielaa got double r’s for when we ride rolls royce
That boy wanna die to the gang thats yo choice
That chop got him twitching like he cameron boyce

I feel like lil durk in the hood i’m the voice
Who? my sons destiny they my childs
Like i’m jaydee xd .45 get wild
That n#gg# want smoke we got heat it’s not mild

I will beat the f#ck out a n#gg# no comic
I’m a playboi and you is my son call you onyx
Turn yo music on mute n#gg# i’m being honest
No wwe f#ck that b#tch on some {?} sh#t

Rolling deep knock the n#gg# noodles back call him rasta
.23 on his back put that boy on a roster
Rock out with my glizzy like i was a rockstar
Xd .45 make a spanish n#gg# salsa

These aks gon fill up the room imma mobstar
That b#tch wanna suck my dick cause imma popstar
Bullets gon fill up the room cause they grra-ta grra-ta
n#gg# i swear that they hotter

Shorts was a 100 i got em’ from kit
Pants was a band cause i got em from rick
Really down bad know you not sipping tris
Shoutout marrgielaa he carry a stick

Glock, pack loker
She in my dms asking can i choke her
I’m off the gas not sober
Your career like 1500 (over)

Me and lil g’ we in a rover
Put ya momma in a pack fold her
Put ya brother in a zip folder
When i walked in it was hot, now its colder

How you so broke? you wearing loafers
I’m with yo girl she a good moaner
Stroke game shocked her she need a donor
Tana romani a popular loner

Bro name dakota, ain’t that a state?
Copy my swag, why you got bape?
Number nine mickey mouse on the chain
You got it too? ah lame

We cut him off now he suffer pain
Yo flow is old need to walk with a cane
Romani on it how you stealing my name
Smoking yo pack i got slump in my veins

And you tried to come to ny but you ain’t gang
And you can’t be an angel boy stay in yo lane
And i went to cc to link up with the gang hold up i said gang twice
Y-you left the crib now i’m piping yo wife

Sleep on the couch gotta stay for the night
You copped a gun now you ain’t tryna fight
Tryna act black but we know that you white
Stay on the north cause that’s where you belong

Shoutout to jay cause he sent me the opening up on this song
If he want smoke we put him in a bong
We put him up in the lights, nah
We put him up in the heights or the sky

We in ny man you know what we on
1-2-3-4-5 gone
6 shots to the chest oh out of there
You not angelic boy need to get out of there

First, how you gonna talk down on my manager?
I catch ya mom inthe streets and im blamming her
Let me catch my breath i ran out of staminar (bro what?)
Wait i meant to say stamina

We finna run down on him on camera
You playing with yo life like you was a gambler
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Marrgielaa Maajins Lyrics – Say My Name

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From the album:
In Return
Release Year: 2016