Play (feat. Lil Crix)

歌詞

He on a plate, he ate Niggas keep dyin' that way, keep fryin' that way Niggas gettin' fried like chicken and shit KFC, nigga, we kill 'em for Crix Hit a nigga ass with a three-piece combo, his mom, his bro, his sis Got an opp bitch in the back of the Rolls I better not see a nigga crackin' no fours (Let's go) Give me a play, I bet I'ma flip that I'm in the hood, ridin' 'round with a six-pack I got a Glock with a beam If I catch an opp, he gon' scream I got them zoes on my team Just made six hundred off streams Just made six hundred off streams (And we throwin' that bitch to the trap, on gang) Let's go It's crazy, I came here from nothin', now I walk around, I'm the motherfuckin' man in my city I show a nigga no pity, your mama, your brother, your sister, your kids, your bitties I don't give a fuck who you call, a nigga can never say that Lil Crix assed out I drop an opp like he passed out Two kids and his hoes, throw his ass in a blunt, gassed out (Let's go) When I'm all in public, that heater tucked On Blood, y'all know how I give it up I don't give a fuck who you with I ain't sparin' shit Cashin' that bag like Allstate Burn like some plastic in broad day Bullets make you sing like Rod Wave M16, they all spray New Versaces, all suede Ten Piguets, they all ways Six thots, they all slay, ayy They ask me, like, why I don't be social Like, why I don't be talkin' I told they ass, "Man, ... shit for sure" These peons will know what a six pack is, that's seventy-two ounces But, gang, let's get it piped up On gang (Gang) Let's go Give me a play, I bet I'ma flip that I'm in the hood, ridin' 'round with a six-pack I got a Glock with a beam If I catch an opp, he gon' scream I got them zoes on my team Just made six hundred off streams Just made six hundred off streams (And we throwin' that bitch to the trap) Let's go I don't even cap on no beat, on blood, you payin' for this fee What I look like payin' for a fee? Nine Trey, don't get put on a tee Lil' bro in your bush like a bee This MAC have you shot like a tree, yeah Tag beat a bitch, Ray Rice, don't play with your life like dice, nigga You better think twice, nigga, 'cause I'll pay the price, nigga Know some young niggas that's itchin' for bodies, when they see you, it's on sight Fifteen, seen my first body, I ain't never look back, that's why I keep a strap I on my hip Diss, get shot on your lip I'm blowin' shit off the rip (Ayy) Got twenty in this clip Never catch me in no zip I can get bag like new chips or flip the new whip I'm puttin' crackers on watch 'cause I keep a gun This drill shit ain't fun, nigga