Don't Play With Me
I don't wanna make a mistake
I don't wanna sound too risqué
I don't wanna show her where my mom stays
I don't wanna go and hit that play
I don't wanna make her feel that way
I don't wanna sound too risqué
Aye
But I'm a do what I wanna do
Don't play me my nigga
Don't play me my nigga
Don't play me my nigga
I never been a chump
Don't play me my nigga
This ain't what ya want
My mom ain't raise no hoe
A bitch, or a punk
I'll come thru your hood
Like nigga what you want?
I really hate niggas, like I'm Donald Trump
Line wrapped round the corner, I'll sell out the trunk
Fuck these niggas
Karl Malone for the dunk
I'll tuck these niggas
Roll them up like some Runts'
Don't trust these niggas
Karl Malone coming clutch
Don't trust these bitches
They be cuffed tryna fuck
They dumbing it down, I'm dumbing it up
It's hard to frown when you thumbing it up
Built this shit from the ground
Ain't no fucking it up
People don't come around when you running it up
These niggas clowns
They be funny as fuck
Pull up to they house and start drumming shit up
Bitch I drip to the floor and I might leave a puddle
My team gonna score if I get in the huddle
I need me some more
I need everything double
Feel the D in her core now she asking to cuddle
Now you calling her phone off the hook
Do you know how low that that looks?
I got some bros and they crooks
Thank them everyday for all the risks that they took!
I read people no I do not read books
These bitches be evil
So fuck all the looks
These niggas be scheming
So fuck all the juggs
Fuck the fake love let's get it understood
Fuck that brother shit unless you my blood
I'm late, but my outfit be making it up
You'll get killed thinking everybody else is real
These people be fake as fuck
Free Daquan till it's backwards
All of these niggas be actors
I'm not with all the chitter chatter
If they ain't pulling up it don't matter
Off a shroom I get higher than Saturn
My engine go vroom, I go faster
You lame as shit, you ain't a factor
He should work at Lids, he a capper!
Don't play me my nigga
I never been a chump
Don't play me my nigga
This ain't what ya want
My mom ain't raise no hoe
A bitch, or a punk
I'll come thru your hood
Like nigga what you want?
I really hate niggas, like I'm Donald Trump
Line wrapped round the corner, I'll sell out the trunk
Fuck these niggas
Karl Malone for the dunk
I'll tuck these niggas
Roll them up like some Runts
Don't trust these niggas
Karl Malone coming clutch
Don't trust these bitches
They be cuffed tryna fuck
They dumbing it down, I'm dumbing it up
It's hard to frown when you thumbing it up
Built this shit from the ground
Ain't no fucking it up
People don't come around when you running it up
These niggas clowns
They be funny as fuck
Pull up to they house and start drumming shit up
I don't wanna make a mistake
I don't wanna sound too risqué
I don't wanna show her where my mom stays
I don't wanna go and hit that play
I don't wanna make her feel that way
I don't wanna sound too risqué
Aye
But ima do what I wanna do
Don't play me my nigga
I never been a chump
Don't play me my nigga
This ain't what ya want
My mom ain't raise no hoe
A bitch, or a punk
I'll come thru your hood
Like nigga what you want?
I really hate niggas, like I'm Donald Trump
Line wrapped round the corner, I'll sell out the trunk
Fuck these niggas
Karl Malone for the dunk
I'll tuck these niggas
Roll them up like some Runts
I don't wanna sound too risqué
I don't wanna show her where my mom stays
I don't wanna go and hit that play
I don't wanna make her feel that way
I don't wanna sound too risqué
Aye
But I'm a do what I wanna do
Don't play me my nigga
Don't play me my nigga
Don't play me my nigga
I never been a chump
Don't play me my nigga
This ain't what ya want
My mom ain't raise no hoe
A bitch, or a punk
I'll come thru your hood
Like nigga what you want?
I really hate niggas, like I'm Donald Trump
Line wrapped round the corner, I'll sell out the trunk
Fuck these niggas
Karl Malone for the dunk
I'll tuck these niggas
Roll them up like some Runts'
Don't trust these niggas
Karl Malone coming clutch
Don't trust these bitches
They be cuffed tryna fuck
They dumbing it down, I'm dumbing it up
It's hard to frown when you thumbing it up
Built this shit from the ground
Ain't no fucking it up
People don't come around when you running it up
These niggas clowns
They be funny as fuck
Pull up to they house and start drumming shit up
Bitch I drip to the floor and I might leave a puddle
My team gonna score if I get in the huddle
I need me some more
I need everything double
Feel the D in her core now she asking to cuddle
Now you calling her phone off the hook
Do you know how low that that looks?
I got some bros and they crooks
Thank them everyday for all the risks that they took!
I read people no I do not read books
These bitches be evil
So fuck all the looks
These niggas be scheming
So fuck all the juggs
Fuck the fake love let's get it understood
Fuck that brother shit unless you my blood
I'm late, but my outfit be making it up
You'll get killed thinking everybody else is real
These people be fake as fuck
Free Daquan till it's backwards
All of these niggas be actors
I'm not with all the chitter chatter
If they ain't pulling up it don't matter
Off a shroom I get higher than Saturn
My engine go vroom, I go faster
You lame as shit, you ain't a factor
He should work at Lids, he a capper!
Don't play me my nigga
I never been a chump
Don't play me my nigga
This ain't what ya want
My mom ain't raise no hoe
A bitch, or a punk
I'll come thru your hood
Like nigga what you want?
I really hate niggas, like I'm Donald Trump
Line wrapped round the corner, I'll sell out the trunk
Fuck these niggas
Karl Malone for the dunk
I'll tuck these niggas
Roll them up like some Runts
Don't trust these niggas
Karl Malone coming clutch
Don't trust these bitches
They be cuffed tryna fuck
They dumbing it down, I'm dumbing it up
It's hard to frown when you thumbing it up
Built this shit from the ground
Ain't no fucking it up
People don't come around when you running it up
These niggas clowns
They be funny as fuck
Pull up to they house and start drumming shit up
I don't wanna make a mistake
I don't wanna sound too risqué
I don't wanna show her where my mom stays
I don't wanna go and hit that play
I don't wanna make her feel that way
I don't wanna sound too risqué
Aye
But ima do what I wanna do
Don't play me my nigga
I never been a chump
Don't play me my nigga
This ain't what ya want
My mom ain't raise no hoe
A bitch, or a punk
I'll come thru your hood
Like nigga what you want?
I really hate niggas, like I'm Donald Trump
Line wrapped round the corner, I'll sell out the trunk
Fuck these niggas
Karl Malone for the dunk
I'll tuck these niggas
Roll them up like some Runts
Credits
Writer(s): Kushan Norris Jr.
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