Play My Shit
I'm in the game, no cleats, no jersey
My highlights binge watch worthy
Never on the bench, rap game's James Worthy
Bitches on my dick, even coach wife flirting
I'm winning, Trending like your favorite search engine
Everybody watching, nickname me television
Can't be seen by night vision by the competition
They view my life by the words in the composition
Bars harder than a cell block in any prison
Haters on my line, I call it lost, gone fishing
Fuck your feelings, how I'm shitting on your comprehension
Reconditioned, renditioned, then transitioned
Back on it, like a relapse to your addiction
Look alive, they too broke to even pay attention
Microphone fiends, spitting shots like a magazine
Three Sixteen got it jumping like a trampoline, that's my word
Ooop, look at me
Icy split flames, slang Dragon Ball Z
Hustle Boy Committee nigga, HBC
Stomped in my flesh like a fresh IV
Live for the fuck of it, DJs they be clubbing it
Players they be loving it, Ladies they be loving it
Haters they be mugging it, but fuck it it's green
H Town, nasty NAWF ain't no hoe in my team
Rolling in a foreign yoreign pouring that lean
If a nigga try to take it, gone be taping the scene
My niggas all chewing, niggas Lean Cuisine
Mufasa on the block, Idicky Lion King
Dirty, dirty south mouth crossed with bling
I can take my grill out and buy a house in Spring
Flyer, me a satellite, spit like a overbite
Chalupas quench my appetite, whoopers ain't balling right
Loop us when they on the mic, I think it's time to do it right
Let the crowd recite it might, I'm double trouble hermaphrodite
Keep the spot hopping like I stomped my toe
This game in a figure four, won't let go, hoe
Sliding in the Testarossa
Mac 12 on me, no holster
Perched like a vulture, man you pussy niggas roaches
Watch your mouth nigga, I'm explosive
Doctors diagnosis, but he ain't even know shit
DNA, Gangster, blood type, LOC shit
Puffing on a dro stick
And the bayonet make the AK four ten
You looking through a broke lens if you think you seeing cuz
I was selling people drugs, now I'm getting legal duckets
But I still keep it thug cause it's in my nature
Down like a anchor, doing shit major
Posted up at S&N, about to get a blessing in
This what my profession is, trafficking with Mexicans
Couple different necklaces, couple different rings
Regardless of your thoughts, we been up to different things
My highlights binge watch worthy
Never on the bench, rap game's James Worthy
Bitches on my dick, even coach wife flirting
I'm winning, Trending like your favorite search engine
Everybody watching, nickname me television
Can't be seen by night vision by the competition
They view my life by the words in the composition
Bars harder than a cell block in any prison
Haters on my line, I call it lost, gone fishing
Fuck your feelings, how I'm shitting on your comprehension
Reconditioned, renditioned, then transitioned
Back on it, like a relapse to your addiction
Look alive, they too broke to even pay attention
Microphone fiends, spitting shots like a magazine
Three Sixteen got it jumping like a trampoline, that's my word
Ooop, look at me
Icy split flames, slang Dragon Ball Z
Hustle Boy Committee nigga, HBC
Stomped in my flesh like a fresh IV
Live for the fuck of it, DJs they be clubbing it
Players they be loving it, Ladies they be loving it
Haters they be mugging it, but fuck it it's green
H Town, nasty NAWF ain't no hoe in my team
Rolling in a foreign yoreign pouring that lean
If a nigga try to take it, gone be taping the scene
My niggas all chewing, niggas Lean Cuisine
Mufasa on the block, Idicky Lion King
Dirty, dirty south mouth crossed with bling
I can take my grill out and buy a house in Spring
Flyer, me a satellite, spit like a overbite
Chalupas quench my appetite, whoopers ain't balling right
Loop us when they on the mic, I think it's time to do it right
Let the crowd recite it might, I'm double trouble hermaphrodite
Keep the spot hopping like I stomped my toe
This game in a figure four, won't let go, hoe
Sliding in the Testarossa
Mac 12 on me, no holster
Perched like a vulture, man you pussy niggas roaches
Watch your mouth nigga, I'm explosive
Doctors diagnosis, but he ain't even know shit
DNA, Gangster, blood type, LOC shit
Puffing on a dro stick
And the bayonet make the AK four ten
You looking through a broke lens if you think you seeing cuz
I was selling people drugs, now I'm getting legal duckets
But I still keep it thug cause it's in my nature
Down like a anchor, doing shit major
Posted up at S&N, about to get a blessing in
This what my profession is, trafficking with Mexicans
Couple different necklaces, couple different rings
Regardless of your thoughts, we been up to different things
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Writer(s): Thomas Jenkins
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