Intro

Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah
It's the Prezzy

Came home after a six still crippin'
Niggas switchin' up sides, y'all different
Fuck the bitches, get the bag is the mission
They don't wanna see me back in the kitchen
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Came home after a six still crippin'
Niggas switchin' up sides, y'all different
Fuck the bitches, get the bag is the mission
They don't wanna see me back in the kitchen
Pitchin' the cane, runnin' the game
Bad bitches out here screaming my name
Me and yo' nigga, no we not the same
Really was out there and puttin in pain'

Girl we cut from a different cloth
I ain't never gonna switch on my gang
Homies call them I'm grabbin' the thing
Spinnin' the block and I'm lettin' it rain
Fuck a op, he gonna die for the gang
Right on them corners where I used to slang
Hefner boy, that's a part of my name
Playboy, that's the life that I claim

Drip different, crip different
Spray the nine 'til his clique missin'
Phone clickin', bad bitches
Ass phat so she sit different
Bottles all in the club, foreign bitches showin love
Wanna party with a thug
Smokin' up all of my smoke, drinkin' my drank
Man it's all of thee above

Foreign cars when we leavin' the spot
Other niggas said we makin' it hot
Had to grind, I came up from the block
I was the only crip up in the spot
Blue clothes, blue rag
Let 'em hang, nuts drag
Stack it up, blow the bag
Haters watchin', gettin' mad

When you see me I G rockin' my crates
Bloods fuck with me from Mack's to the Apes
Call my line if you needin' a plate
Remember them days when I had to scrape
From the bottom of the pot
Little niggas trynna plot
Turn it down once it's hot
Trap jump, make the drop
Me and my bitch we be countin' the gwap

Spinnin' the block on 'em
That boy keep a Glock on him
Call him a hardback to his face
That boy gonna pop on 'em
Fuckin' his bitch, she on my dick
Gave me the drop on 'em
Said he the type to be runnin' his mouth
But he'll call the cops on 'em

Niggas bitches, they be snitchin'
Talk gorilla, don't got it in 'em
In the booth I be spittin' venom
Talk to God like forgive my sinnin'
Styles call say get 'em, I get 'em
Kazzy ride, then I'm ridin' out with 'em
Niggas talkin', they gon' end up a victim
Did my time, six years in the system

It was me, myself and I
Plus a couple niggas who was down to ride
Juss, Boe, Dogg, Rell, Cheese
Couple Bloods and some YGz
Every night I'm like why me
I'll cut his face if he try me
Came home and I did the dash
Puttin' on got them haters mad

Haters gon' hate, long as they stay out my way
Boy get the fuck out my face
Reach for my plate, knowin' that you ain't put in
Know that I'm grabbin' the drake
Like I'm Young Money, like I'm Weezy
Got some bad bitches do you greesy
Wifey know HBL be tweakin'
Hold me down she won't ever leave me

Trap jumpin' like I'm Jeezy
One on one, you can't beat me (yeah, yeah)
Gang gang like I'm Chief Keef
Set on set you can't see me (yeah, yeah)

That's P to the L to the A to the Y
B to the O to the Y
G to the A to the N to the G to the S to the T to the A
Playboy we don't play, chasin' money all day
Skurt skurt in that Wraith (yeah, yeah)
I'ma do what I do, give a fuck what you say
New batch comin' in, gotta go buss a play
(Yeah, yeah)
Shawty swear by her box, so I beat it up like I'm Dre

Came home after a six still crippin'
Niggas switchin' up sides, y'all different
Fuck the bitches, get the bag is the mission
They don't wanna see me back in the kitchen
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah