Not Finna Play Wimme

Uh, Yeah,
I promise you not finna play with me
I got that Smith, It stay by my side
Even in the bed, It lay with me uh,
Thick little bitch, She wanna lay with me (Yeah)
Rxckett that nigga, Literally uh
I could set this shit straight, simply
I ain't have no bread, ain't no financial literacy

Right now, I got motherfuckin' tears in my eyes
You ever wake up, Feel like you gon' die?
Soft ass nigga, Just letting shit slide
I don't act tough, I just stand on my pride
I got the drip on my body,
Why?
For the times that my eyes was drippin'
(Woww)
Ain't nobody there when I'm talkin' to God
I don't feel shit when I look in the sky
Putting my feelings in a backwood, Feelings in a backwood, Got me lazy,
These bitches tryna drive me crazy
Buss in it every time, Where the baby?
Tryna fuck with a nigga, But don't fuck with a nigga
Only thing keep me stable right now is the liquor
Girls just wanna have fun, Go figure
Whip out the stick, Take a pick, No picture (Hey, Yeah yeah)
Whip out the stick, Take a pick, No picture
Feelin' like "KB", bitch, I'ma shoot
If I'm starving, Imma' rob, Imma' loot
Feelin' like Bob, I just stay with that tool
I don't believe shit, cause these a niggas be fuu
I am not wheezing, I'm exhaling that boof
Niggas jack that I'm soft, but they don't got no proo. ooff
Nigga come slide

I promise you not finna play with me
I got that Smith, It stay by my side
Even in the bed, It lay with me uh,
Thick little bitch, She wanna lay with me uh
Yeah, Rxckett that nigga, Literally uh
I could set this shit straight, simply
I ain't have no bread, ain't no financial literacy

Chillin' with my brother, Chillin' with my Slatty
Bitch got the fatty, bitch got the jatty
I'll shoot for a ride in the back of the Caddy, (Yeah)
Nigga talkin' hot, But I'm waitin' for the Addy
Got a couple shots for a nigga that's chatty
Got some shit to release, I put that on my mommy
We don't get along, swear that shit, haunt me
Tryna cope with the pain, Takin' drugs, goin' zombie
Uh, I don't even know what to say
I don't even know how to explain
Steady gettin' drunk off Dusse
No one to tell me, It'll be okay
If I told you that I love you, Promise that I meant that
I don't even say that loosely, Yeah, Loosely
I don't even say that Loosely,

(Yeah, Slatt slatt)
I promise you not finna play with me (At all)
I got that Smith, It stay by my side
Even in the bed, It lay with me uh,
Thick little bitch, She wanna lay with me uh,
Yeah, Rxckett that nigga, Literally uh
I could set this shit straight, simply
I ain't have no bread, ain't no financial literacy

Loko, What it do Blood?



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Writer(s): Jean Loya
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