Play Wit Us - YoungBoy Never Broke Again
(Them n_ggas ain't gon' f_ck with us
B_tch, name a n_gga play with us
You know we kept them K's with us
Shout out the Rippah for makin' the beat)
Smokin' dope with my hitter, plottin' on the next one
He said, "All behind Youngboy, I'm gon' stretch somthin'"
I told him, "All behind that check, you better we5 somethin'"
We swervin' with them thang, it's back to back until you n_ggas bleed
I don't know nothin' but 4KTrey, I'm tryna t-shirt the b_tch
So I can't trust my own n_ggas, that's how deep this sh_t get
I'm screamin' death before dishonor and I stuck with the sh_t
But now you crossed me, I'm so slimey, got no love for a b_tch
The feds came and got Tekashi, I been thinkin' that I'm next
I'm screamin' murder 'bout my n_gga and now I'm gettin' that off my chest
One scary b_tch that I ain't get and I ain't stoppin' 'til he stretched
B_tch you fumblin' through yo' sh_t and send bullets through yo' neck
In the club screamin' out, "Who want it?" Fill my pocket with bodies
I got them pounds on the couch, the chopper right by the faucet
I just got 80 for a show, street n_ggas spent the deposit
Plus I spent 50 for a jet, b_tch, I ain't trippin', I got it
I'm steady drawin' blood for blood like catch this slug
Them n_ggas shouldn't have played with us, uh-uh, uh
Foolio let that hammer bust, slip one time and you bite the dust
That's when you n_ggas die (B_tch ass n_gga)
Guns in retaliation, ask me what to make, I say, "A body"
Them drugs bring it out and I can't hide it
Tryna link me to some sh_t, I told 'em I don't know about it
B_tch, I'm bangin' 4KTrey, they all gon' lay, we swing that chopper
They talk the sh_t, but they just better keep they head on
You play, you die, but on this side, we call it "dead wrong"
I'm sendin' prayers to the sky, my n_gga dead and gone
So I be aimin' at yo' noggin' 'til yo' head blown
After me, police tryna cuff me 'cause I run the streets
It's double G, shoot a n_gga up, you ain't gon' f_ck with me
It's up with me, face on a T, ain't stoppin' 'til they all deceased
I throw them 3s, I bang them Bs
I wiped his nose, the b_tch ain't sneeze
I tote a Glock, they tote a Baretta, plus this b_tch a 9
Uh, this happen every time
Yeah, they shoulda known he slime
Talkin' out his top, this p_ssy b_tch done must have lost his mind
Caught up in that fire (B_tch), wish you never tried
Strap them Ks now, fiendin' for blood, nobody want play now
You get shot in yo' face, huh
Them young n_ggas wild, ain't nobody safe now
Montana been two times, caught a body at the same time, up the rate, huh
Gutter sound like drum line, and this one for Ben, man
It's okay now
Guns in retaliation, ask me what to make, I say, "A body"
Them drugs bring it out and I can't hide it
Tryna link me to some sh_t, I told 'em I don't know about it
B_tch, I'm bangin' 4KTrey, they all gon' lay, we swing that chopper
I'm steady drawin' blood for blood like catch this slug
Them n_ggas shouldn't have played with us, uh-uh, uh
Foolio let that hammer bust, slip one time and you bite the dust
That's when you n_ggas die (Dead, you can't say sh_t)
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