[Verse 1: Bigg K]
Tan buttas, my bomber yellow
I bet you smell that sour in the air when I spark a 'rello
You glancing in my cup, baby, I don't do Amaretto
Ain't nothing but some Sprite, drop a four; it's that Donatello
I'm black bandana with a hammer in arm reach
Ride around my city pack-handling all week
Stash spot fits six bricks in the car seat
You rocking with the fucking heartbeat of this concrete
Hard life livin', hard white whippin'
The early morning cook-up, the long night pitchin'
I run shit, don't a whole lot change
But when somebody get shot, y'all don't know my name
[Chorus]
You're gonna know my name
You're gonna know my name
You're gonna know my name
You're gonna know my name
You're gonna know my name
You're gonna know my name
You're gonna know my name
[Verse 2: Illmac]
Welcome to my life, gladly I'm here to help ya
Only things on the floor are panties and paraphernalia
Baggies of weed, pass me the marijuana
Rolled a blunt on her back then passed it like, "Here, it's on ya"
Slapping that ass, her derriere is a problem
I can't leave it alone like the baggage she carry on her
Or baggage you carry with ya
Picture us happily married, send you to the store
Then back if you tear the swisher
Laugh and get to blastin', you split a hair with the trigger
Not shit compared to a spitter, I'm just comparing the figures
Hit a barrier swerving, a lick repairing the fender
We lose the case that's pending we disappear the defender
This the year to remember
Sip a beer with the members of my crew
Switching gears, a different sphere that I've entered
Stab me in the back, it isn't clear that I'm injured
Thick skin resistant, could split a spear into splinters
Wave a white flag, this one here is a winner
Spit like I'm the only thing in this hemisphere to consider
It appears that I'm deadly, so shed a tear for the fallen
My only enemy here is in the mirror, I surrender, better tell em
Tan buttas, my bomber yellow
I bet you smell that sour in the air when I spark a 'rello
You glancing in my cup, baby, I don't do Amaretto
Ain't nothing but some Sprite, drop a four; it's that Donatello
I'm black bandana with a hammer in arm reach
Ride around my city pack-handling all week
Stash spot fits six bricks in the car seat
You rocking with the fucking heartbeat of this concrete
Hard life livin', hard white whippin'
The early morning cook-up, the long night pitchin'
I run shit, don't a whole lot change
But when somebody get shot, y'all don't know my name
[Chorus]
You're gonna know my name
You're gonna know my name
You're gonna know my name
You're gonna know my name
You're gonna know my name
You're gonna know my name
You're gonna know my name
[Verse 2: Illmac]
Welcome to my life, gladly I'm here to help ya
Only things on the floor are panties and paraphernalia
Baggies of weed, pass me the marijuana
Rolled a blunt on her back then passed it like, "Here, it's on ya"
Slapping that ass, her derriere is a problem
I can't leave it alone like the baggage she carry on her
Or baggage you carry with ya
Picture us happily married, send you to the store
Then back if you tear the swisher
Laugh and get to blastin', you split a hair with the trigger
Not shit compared to a spitter, I'm just comparing the figures
Hit a barrier swerving, a lick repairing the fender
We lose the case that's pending we disappear the defender
This the year to remember
Sip a beer with the members of my crew
Switching gears, a different sphere that I've entered
Stab me in the back, it isn't clear that I'm injured
Thick skin resistant, could split a spear into splinters
Wave a white flag, this one here is a winner
Spit like I'm the only thing in this hemisphere to consider
It appears that I'm deadly, so shed a tear for the fallen
My only enemy here is in the mirror, I surrender, better tell em
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