Whats My Name? ft. Countitup Day Day Lyrics

You don't know my name

It's J-Q, they don't know the name, B

It's Ne-$ta

Still hoppin' out that fuckin' tree Yeah, it's Micky Blanco, on the book

Gotta get my read on, yeah, Its count it up J-Q, up on the song, bitch

You don't know my name, just call me Day, or mister count it up

These pussy niggas, never ain't on shit, they ass can't fuck with us

And everywhere I go, I keep that Milly or that Nicky Tucked

For anybody try to run up on me, get him blicky'd up

They wanted smoke, I show you Snoop, they want get close, I had to stoop to they level

Pa poppa never showed me metal, the homies did

These motherfuckers tougher than a bitch until they homies dip

These motherfuckers tougher than a bitch until they homies dip

I said these motherfuckers tougher than a bitch until they homies dipped

Don't give a fuck about who you is, you speak on me and I'ma break your shit

When them tables turn around don't come around when the gang get rich

You talking tough up on the net, but when you see me, try to be my friend

It's J-Q, they don't know the name B

It's Ne-$ta

Still hoppin' out that fuckin' tree

Yeah, it's Micky Blanco, on the book, I gotta get my read on

Yeah, Its count it up J-Q, up on the song, bitch

You trippin about a dollar after all the shit I give

You be chillin' with your mama, she gon' let you out the crib, ho

Only time you really spitting shit up on your bib ho

Why them rich, white people say I'm shady, feel like Slim, yo

Hello, hello

Hello, hello

Pop a opp and chop my dreads and catch a plane and leave the state

And everywhere a nigga go, I'm always tryin' to get some pape

Just rolled an eighth of funky dude up out the jar, these bitches stank

Mix that shit with mixed emotions, now I'm higher than a plane

Don't make me call my granddad up and make him beat you with a cane

Don't give a fuck about no opp, if you speak on me, I'm super saiyan

I'm really in your face for real don't ever think a nigga playin

I'm Mr. Beat a nigga, ass and really slam you on your head boy

You don't know my name, just call me Day, or Mr. Count it up

These pussy niggas never ain't on shit, they ass can't fuck with us

And everywhere I go, I keep that milli' or that Nicky tucked

For a anybody try to run up on me, get blicky'd up

You don't know the name yet, but you gon' want to

You ain't see the chain yet, ain't gon' flaunt you

You don't know the name yet, but you gon what

You ain't see the chain yet, but you gon what

What, what, what, what, what