Playa
Yeah man
Know how we do this shit
Ain't got time for that
One nigga with me
We don't ride in the back
I'm gone stay solid I'm never gone crack
You not having motion so nigga relax
Just chill
Just stay in your place
You watching my hand this ain't spades
You got me fucked up man you crazy
I beat down this bitch and I'm leaving a knot
Trip crazy in the dice game
I'm snatching the pot
I get the cho cho
And it's time for to slide
They say they gone ride
But I know that they lying
That's why I got that thang on me
All the time
Real niggas in Lanett
Cherry Dr
I fuck with them guys
Ain't telling no lies
Rp and gas taking flight in the sky
You can see the proof just looking in my eye
I'm going to fast they want me to slow down
Hold up Trap
Make her go down
I'm having motion I can make her go now
She calling me back
So I guess she want more now
She smile at them racks
Cause she think she gone get it
I knew right then that lil bitch trippin
Snakes in my grass
So it's back to the trenches
Back in the day with lil Ray jumping fences
Don't fuck with my nigga
I'm talm bout clarkboy
Migo finessing in a black car
Kimani one call away he not far
Pop a nigga like a pop tart
I'm in the ocean with the shark sharks
Jungle baby though
In the vip
Talkin bout shit and I pop it
Nigga can't do this shit like me man
Nah saying
Know how we do this shit
Ain't got time for that
One nigga with me
We don't ride in the back
I'm gone stay solid I'm never gone crack
You not having motion so nigga relax
Just chill
Just stay in your place
You watching my hand this ain't spades
You got me fucked up man you crazy
I beat down this bitch and I'm leaving a knot
Trip crazy in the dice game
I'm snatching the pot
I get the cho cho
And it's time for to slide
They say they gone ride
But I know that they lying
That's why I got that thang on me
All the time
Real niggas in Lanett
Cherry Dr
I fuck with them guys
Ain't telling no lies
Rp and gas taking flight in the sky
You can see the proof just looking in my eye
I'm going to fast they want me to slow down
Hold up Trap
Make her go down
I'm having motion I can make her go now
She calling me back
So I guess she want more now
She smile at them racks
Cause she think she gone get it
I knew right then that lil bitch trippin
Snakes in my grass
So it's back to the trenches
Back in the day with lil Ray jumping fences
Don't fuck with my nigga
I'm talm bout clarkboy
Migo finessing in a black car
Kimani one call away he not far
Pop a nigga like a pop tart
I'm in the ocean with the shark sharks
Jungle baby though
In the vip
Talkin bout shit and I pop it
Nigga can't do this shit like me man
Nah saying
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Writer(s): Todd Shaw, Phalon Alexander, Charles Pettaway
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