Playboy

Never seen a nigga crazy or as selfish as you
You always think you know it all but never thinking it through
And when it comes to having friends yall do not have a clue
But if yall wanna play that game then you know I play it too

I'ma knock them down Don't treat me like no dummy
You think this shit is funny I ain't laughing shit ain't funny
Back in Two Thousand and Eighteen I was ugly and was bummy
I Never been a bitch never could take something from me

Why she always trying call my phone
When I use to call her I would always get the tone
But I ain't even tripping I'ma stay up up in my zone
You trying to pull a stunt I'ma break one of your bones

Niggas know I'm dropping and they know my shit is hot
These niggas playing gangsters trying to be something they not
You know shit ain't illegal till it gets you fucking caught
Let a couple bullets lose and make his body fucking flop

These niggas know wassup I'm pulling up me and my gang
I see an opp on sight shoot them up I let it rain
The twelve they call us crazy but I think shit was insane
But what they say don't matter I've already lived my pain

How you say u love me but don't want me back the next
I'm really acting fake not responding to yo texts
I know you think you bad but that shit is not a flex
But I'm chilling and I'm cool broken heart what you expect

I really want this girl and she know it she be playing
Don't even gotta speak just listen to what I'm saying
You wanna take me out it's cool just know I'm paying
But you acting like you choosing
Take yo options they be weighing

Running out of time bring your ass and get to rushing
Big two two three we popping out and get to bussing
Just like a toilet we put them in and get to flushing
I know that shawty want me when I talk she get to blushing

Don't be asking me for shit I ain't giving you no money
Put a bullet to his head that nigga nose that shit be runny
Gotta learn about the streets grow up and get to study
We Shooting at the boy but the bitch was really lucky

We never leave the spot unless we strapped up with a tool
I ain't showing out in public ain't trying to act like I am cool
I got a thing for mothers we ain't shooting that's a rule
I murk in his home and throw his body in the pool

We stacking up the cheese the stacks they pretty thick
We popping all the haters and we finna make it quick
This new shit is sum fire man that shit done got a kick
I'ma shoot him through the heart ima make the label stick

Brr
YNL nigga
Fuck outta here



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Writer(s): Mark Dumerant
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