Playboy
Feeling stressed out
Yea
These niggas stressed out
I'm too stressed out
These days all these niggas stressed out
I'm the best out
I just popped a bean, I'm on the next rout
'Bout to leave
I got the chain with all the links
All my diamonds came with the rings
My bitch her pussy way too pink
But I ain't got a girl, I got some girlfriends
I'm tryna get it 'til the world end
All my niggas in them Berlin's
Tryna strap shit
Tryna rap shit
If you got a problem, coming back quick
So please don't playboy
Be a dead ass playboy
Got bitches like playboy
So I feel like a playboy
Guess I'm a playboy
Guess I'm a playboy
Got bitches like playboy
So I feel like a playboy
Guess I'm a playboy
So please don't playboy
Be a dead ass playboy
Be a dead ass playboy
'Cause these days all these niggas stressed out
I'm the best out
I just popped a bean, I'm on the next rout
'Bout to fly away,
To a higher place,
To a higher state,
Loosin' my mind
Ballin' something like an athlete
I know this bitch she fucking, why she mad at me
Is it 'cause I hit yo best friend
But that freak bitch, she a lesbian
So I hit the bitch with her friend
Then I hit that again
Lord I know this a sin
But I don't care when I'm in it
I know I'm gon' get it
But I hope I don't end
Yea
Cause I think that I'm out of reach
I think they out of sync
I think you need to read
I think you need to see
What life could be
What it could be
When you not stressed out
And the best out
Yea I just popped a bean, I'm on the next route
'Bout to leave
Yea
These niggas stressed out
I'm too stressed out
These days all these niggas stressed out
I'm the best out
I just popped a bean, I'm on the next rout
'Bout to leave
I got the chain with all the links
All my diamonds came with the rings
My bitch her pussy way too pink
But I ain't got a girl, I got some girlfriends
I'm tryna get it 'til the world end
All my niggas in them Berlin's
Tryna strap shit
Tryna rap shit
If you got a problem, coming back quick
So please don't playboy
Be a dead ass playboy
Got bitches like playboy
So I feel like a playboy
Guess I'm a playboy
Guess I'm a playboy
Got bitches like playboy
So I feel like a playboy
Guess I'm a playboy
So please don't playboy
Be a dead ass playboy
Be a dead ass playboy
'Cause these days all these niggas stressed out
I'm the best out
I just popped a bean, I'm on the next rout
'Bout to fly away,
To a higher place,
To a higher state,
Loosin' my mind
Ballin' something like an athlete
I know this bitch she fucking, why she mad at me
Is it 'cause I hit yo best friend
But that freak bitch, she a lesbian
So I hit the bitch with her friend
Then I hit that again
Lord I know this a sin
But I don't care when I'm in it
I know I'm gon' get it
But I hope I don't end
Yea
Cause I think that I'm out of reach
I think they out of sync
I think you need to read
I think you need to see
What life could be
What it could be
When you not stressed out
And the best out
Yea I just popped a bean, I'm on the next route
'Bout to leave
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Writer(s): Kirk Manning
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