Play Ball
I Snuck My Heat Inside Of Onyx They Front They Move I'm on The Ass
I see my opps and bitch I'm on it not the type to give a pass
Plead the fifth when they had caught me tried to lock me up at Saks
He was the plugged until he lacked I up my heat and took his racks
I'm tired of this band I'm tryna pop out and go slide
They said nice guys never last I felt that though I'm still alive
Dude got hit all in his shit and I thank god he ain't survive
We hit scams and sell out grams that Cashapp hot so I use chime
Man them silly ass lil niggas go get drunk & go crash out
I be calm when I be shoooting I gotta see I can't black out
They said they the ones that shot me I don't know they be capped out
And I put cappy in they bushes he gon wait till they walk out
This hoe hit me talking bout "Let's sneaky Link" I'm like "Who This"
She said I'm Taj's ex but I don't fuck with dude that boy a bitch
Ok coo I still don't trust her I'm gon hit her in my whip
But it went smooth her head was decent and that coochie had some grip
And I thought it was Backdoor but really her lil ass on go
I'm outside today with Bo like let's play ball I'll drop my Lo
Any car came Thru dis bitch and shot at us ain't make it home
If you need motion bring me 15gs and I'll sell you dis phone
He gotta switch in every pic he take but ain't tap dat bitch not once
I gotta Cartier on my wrist told my Ex bitch she not the one
We in the Nap With 100 Guns Told Fredo I Smoke shit for Fun
Made her Suck my dick I Ain't wanna fuck no more couldn't even cum
We don't Do Drive Bys If we Is In the hot Car We bounce out on feet
Hit they main block let's just see if dude gon be out don't shoot just peep
Hate dem boujie hoes y'all out here paying for sex that shit be free
Allat trolling dat shit piss me off this time I went up three
Ain't No back & forths y'all throw shade at us we just gon slide
Robbed a 100 niggas long live bob that shit been on my mind
A half a mill ain't shit that was my first offer still ain't sign
I'm still ain glad that bitch had left me when I was locked up now watch me shine
Stay off the internet you ain gotta Dm me let's just play ball
Jumped his gate thought we was cool I crossed his ass like im Chris Paul
She tried to let me smash but I ain't wanna fuck bro bitch cause that's my dawg
And I can't forget no nigga who told once you rat that shit ain't small pussy
I see my opps and bitch I'm on it not the type to give a pass
Plead the fifth when they had caught me tried to lock me up at Saks
He was the plugged until he lacked I up my heat and took his racks
I'm tired of this band I'm tryna pop out and go slide
They said nice guys never last I felt that though I'm still alive
Dude got hit all in his shit and I thank god he ain't survive
We hit scams and sell out grams that Cashapp hot so I use chime
Man them silly ass lil niggas go get drunk & go crash out
I be calm when I be shoooting I gotta see I can't black out
They said they the ones that shot me I don't know they be capped out
And I put cappy in they bushes he gon wait till they walk out
This hoe hit me talking bout "Let's sneaky Link" I'm like "Who This"
She said I'm Taj's ex but I don't fuck with dude that boy a bitch
Ok coo I still don't trust her I'm gon hit her in my whip
But it went smooth her head was decent and that coochie had some grip
And I thought it was Backdoor but really her lil ass on go
I'm outside today with Bo like let's play ball I'll drop my Lo
Any car came Thru dis bitch and shot at us ain't make it home
If you need motion bring me 15gs and I'll sell you dis phone
He gotta switch in every pic he take but ain't tap dat bitch not once
I gotta Cartier on my wrist told my Ex bitch she not the one
We in the Nap With 100 Guns Told Fredo I Smoke shit for Fun
Made her Suck my dick I Ain't wanna fuck no more couldn't even cum
We don't Do Drive Bys If we Is In the hot Car We bounce out on feet
Hit they main block let's just see if dude gon be out don't shoot just peep
Hate dem boujie hoes y'all out here paying for sex that shit be free
Allat trolling dat shit piss me off this time I went up three
Ain't No back & forths y'all throw shade at us we just gon slide
Robbed a 100 niggas long live bob that shit been on my mind
A half a mill ain't shit that was my first offer still ain't sign
I'm still ain glad that bitch had left me when I was locked up now watch me shine
Stay off the internet you ain gotta Dm me let's just play ball
Jumped his gate thought we was cool I crossed his ass like im Chris Paul
She tried to let me smash but I ain't wanna fuck bro bitch cause that's my dawg
And I can't forget no nigga who told once you rat that shit ain't small pussy
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Writer(s): Chance Moore
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