Playa
I got the bag in the back
Got the hoes on my phone and they all wanna gang bang (yuh)
They scared, they know that I'm the devil
Now I'm taking shit on a whole another level, cuz
They last bitch left me cuz she thought I was a playa
She was very wrong but now she made me a different flavor
In this game I'm the pimp, you the bitch
I'm the playa, you the snitch, I'm wearing blue like I'm crip, cuz
Yeah, you ain't never gonna catch me slip
She said she wants me and she also wants my kid
All she wanna do is chill at my crib, homie
And she loves when I pull up with my whip, homie
I do what is impossible
Drugs in my body, like I'm in the hospital
She wanna suck it like it's a fucking popsicle
You like my shit or nah, bitch it's optional (indeed)
They look goofy, thought I stopped smoking weed (what, what)
Bitch I'm smoking, since I was a kid (right)
Bitch calling me, saying she want a ring, ring
I never pick up, I just let it ring, ring
Hoe calling my old phone
I got no time no more
I keep the grind on low
You know we finna blow (wou, wou)
Hoe calling on my old phone
I got no time no more
I keep the grind on low
You know we finna blow
Tell me who the fuck the biggest playa is
They know the name, this is just a playa bizz
Yeah bitches chase me, I never chase a bitch
And if she acts all funny I just go and switch, cuz
That's not me, that's just who I was
I got the bag, yeah I call it buzz
I got the swag, you finna hear me in the clubs
If you tryna pull up, I'm strapped with my guns, homie
Listen to me real carefully
I got the homies that would stab me, fearfully
If you with it do it forcefully, beter keep stabbing, homie
Cuz if I'm not down, you're the one that's being, homie
I built a studio, I'm gucci
What you tryna do you look goofy
You know you finna see me in the future
Bitch your new boyfriend looks stupid (looks stupid)
I'm the motherfucking OG, they know it
I'm a hustler, if you real imma roll with it
I'm cold with it, you can ask my homie
Hoe is fucking with the OG
My bitch in the backseat, I'm fucking with her
I made a bitch wet, just by talking with her, cuz
When she wanna get lit she asks Majki for liquor
Ask her who the fuck is hanging with her
I got no time for bullshit (hell nah)
I keep it hundred, you know you finna lose bitch
You tryna battle with me but you just full of shit
That's why your bitch hates you, you little stanky bitch
I got nerds on my back that wanna go
But I'm too strong, I can make them my hoe (if I wanted to)
If you're a punk, you better keep it low
I'm coming with this shit, you know I'm finna blow, homie
Hoe calling my old phone
I got no time no more
I keep the grind on low
You know we finna blow (wou, wou)
Hoe calling on my old phone
I got no time no more
I keep the grind on low
You know we finna blow
Yeah, that's right. Keep it real homie (ha)
This bitches keep calling me homie but I got no time for that shit, cuz (hell nah, haha)
But shit, you know they all love me G (that's right)
"But", "but what?" But we don't love them hoes (yeah)
Woo, woo, uh
Keep it real homie (keep it real bruh)
Yeah yeah (uh, uh, uh, yeah)
You know what's hanging, uh
You know what's hanging, cuz (ye, ye, uh)
Gang gang, you know what's poppin' homie
Got the hoes on my phone and they all wanna gang bang (yuh)
They scared, they know that I'm the devil
Now I'm taking shit on a whole another level, cuz
They last bitch left me cuz she thought I was a playa
She was very wrong but now she made me a different flavor
In this game I'm the pimp, you the bitch
I'm the playa, you the snitch, I'm wearing blue like I'm crip, cuz
Yeah, you ain't never gonna catch me slip
She said she wants me and she also wants my kid
All she wanna do is chill at my crib, homie
And she loves when I pull up with my whip, homie
I do what is impossible
Drugs in my body, like I'm in the hospital
She wanna suck it like it's a fucking popsicle
You like my shit or nah, bitch it's optional (indeed)
They look goofy, thought I stopped smoking weed (what, what)
Bitch I'm smoking, since I was a kid (right)
Bitch calling me, saying she want a ring, ring
I never pick up, I just let it ring, ring
Hoe calling my old phone
I got no time no more
I keep the grind on low
You know we finna blow (wou, wou)
Hoe calling on my old phone
I got no time no more
I keep the grind on low
You know we finna blow
Tell me who the fuck the biggest playa is
They know the name, this is just a playa bizz
Yeah bitches chase me, I never chase a bitch
And if she acts all funny I just go and switch, cuz
That's not me, that's just who I was
I got the bag, yeah I call it buzz
I got the swag, you finna hear me in the clubs
If you tryna pull up, I'm strapped with my guns, homie
Listen to me real carefully
I got the homies that would stab me, fearfully
If you with it do it forcefully, beter keep stabbing, homie
Cuz if I'm not down, you're the one that's being, homie
I built a studio, I'm gucci
What you tryna do you look goofy
You know you finna see me in the future
Bitch your new boyfriend looks stupid (looks stupid)
I'm the motherfucking OG, they know it
I'm a hustler, if you real imma roll with it
I'm cold with it, you can ask my homie
Hoe is fucking with the OG
My bitch in the backseat, I'm fucking with her
I made a bitch wet, just by talking with her, cuz
When she wanna get lit she asks Majki for liquor
Ask her who the fuck is hanging with her
I got no time for bullshit (hell nah)
I keep it hundred, you know you finna lose bitch
You tryna battle with me but you just full of shit
That's why your bitch hates you, you little stanky bitch
I got nerds on my back that wanna go
But I'm too strong, I can make them my hoe (if I wanted to)
If you're a punk, you better keep it low
I'm coming with this shit, you know I'm finna blow, homie
Hoe calling my old phone
I got no time no more
I keep the grind on low
You know we finna blow (wou, wou)
Hoe calling on my old phone
I got no time no more
I keep the grind on low
You know we finna blow
Yeah, that's right. Keep it real homie (ha)
This bitches keep calling me homie but I got no time for that shit, cuz (hell nah, haha)
But shit, you know they all love me G (that's right)
"But", "but what?" But we don't love them hoes (yeah)
Woo, woo, uh
Keep it real homie (keep it real bruh)
Yeah yeah (uh, uh, uh, yeah)
You know what's hanging, uh
You know what's hanging, cuz (ye, ye, uh)
Gang gang, you know what's poppin' homie
Credits
Writer(s): Mirza Denic
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