Play By Da Rules

Chilling on the beach just me and my bitch
Christian dior when we step on the strip
I'm not fivio but this is big drip
New york swag no you can't be a simp
Got the package and I'm bringing it in
Gonna have to split it up with my friends
Then we gonna have to do it again
Yea it's party to the mothefucking end
I don't really give a fuck
I been getting all these bucks
You thought I was giannis
What ima do with this profit
Probably invest in the market
Nigga you broke and she told you to stop it
Nigga u wilding
Hold On
Always knew that i would i make it
Never cared about a hater
Never cared about a faker
Cause niggas be bluffing
Really be softer than muffins
I'm just tired of the fronting
And All these assumptions
Everybody wanna be gangsta
But carry da gun when it come to a scuffle
I just get it off the muscle
Put some respect on my name
Never like one of you lames
Had ya bitch giving brain
In da back of the beam i carry the Boommmm
And I fucking let it shoot
That just how i fucking move
You know how we do
Yea it's just me and my crew
We steady getting all the loot
And If we see youu
You better hide all ya jewls
Cause we do not play by the rules you must been a fool
Hold on

And If we see youu
You better hide all ya jewls
Cause we do not play by the rules
I carry a tool
I used to bring it to school
And I used fuck the room
What happened to you
You used to be the cool nigga in the school
Now I'm probably taking all of ya jewls
Got you running all across the room
Got da shotty and that bitch go
Boom
Got da shotty and that bitch go
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom



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Writer(s): Isaiah Lewis
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