Drake – Whisper My Name Lyrics

Whisper My Name

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"Whisper My Name." - Drake

Sunday, 18 October 2026, 07:12 pm

Album: ICEMAN

Track No: 03

Yeah
Hey, hey
Yeah
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
The dustiest **** been fuckin' with us
Am I your GOAT? Well, probably not
I probably was, but you probably forgot
My white label had to go white label shit when he stepped out his body and finally got hot
Hand me the tools like I'm pickin' a lock
Me and white bitches been kissin' a lot
My honor comes from the shit that I do for the ones that I love, it's between 'em and I
Your honor comes to the court and he offers a plea deal so that you could cut off some time
Nowadays, y'all don't wan' put in no work
Y'all just wan' jump to the front of the line and hurry and run out the nine
Baby boy, please
I heard what you said to lil' bro about me
Yeah, and when you run into the Iceman, what you gon' do except freeze?
You not 'bout to squeeze, you not in the streets
I'm cuttin' **** off at the knees, there ain't no standin' on business with me
If I'm lyin', I'm flyin' economy, give me a motherfuckin' seat
If I'm lyin', I'm flyin' economy, I bet I know who I see
You know how I fly 'cause I land at the beach, when you land, you can see me
You whisper my name 'cause the weight that it carry, you can't even speak
Yeah, you can't even speak
Whisper my name and don't say it too loud
'Cause you gotta come here and you know I pop out
We turnt up Coachella, had boys backin' down
And we might do the same if we touch Rolling Loud
If you my ****, then say that, my ****
Like, "What's up, my crodie? Come hug me right now"
Come up to me and get one of them out
'Cause you know all these **** been countin' me out
Okay, okay
You gotta whisper my name
Yeah, hey
You gotta whisper my name
Yeah, hey
Yeah
Whisper my name
Yeah
Aye, aye
I'm doing my big one, you doing a little one
What kinda man are you? A middle one
Yeah, my brother said he want a blue Bim', I'ma get him one
My new ting don't know how I live, she shoppin' at Erewhon
My brother got no fuck to give, he poppin' at everyone
This ain't fixable smoke when you see us, stop sittin' with Farrakhan, ****
This shit like the bag that you bring on the plane, it's gon' carry on
These boys dress up and think that they somebody, shit is like Comic-Con
My YGs are fastin' and prayin', you lucky it's Ramadan
Otherwise, they would be posted outside like the Pentagon
You **** be hittin' the 'net for some love, you a tennis ball
I take 500K not the dinner, I never could learn shit from none of y'all
Whisper my name and don't say it too loud
'Cause you gotta come here and you know I pop out
We turned up Coachella, had boys backin' down
And we might do the same if we touch Rolling Loud
If you my ****, then say that, my ****
Like, "What's up, my crodie? Come hug me right now"
Come up to me and get one of them out
'Cause you know all these **** been countin' me out
Okay, okay
Whisper my name like the ghost of me
Counted me out
Okay, you gotta whisper my name
Yeah, hey
Counted me out
Okay, you gotta whisper my name
Counted me out
Counted me out

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham.

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