Plays
Just a nigga tryna make it out
So I gotta make some plays
Ian really gotta fuck that bitch
But bet I will today
Why the fuck she gotta call my phone
Ha man be on ha case
Dare a nigga try to diss my homie
I bet he die today
Ian really gotta write this shit
But damn that shit be flame
Ian really gotta tote a blick
But niggas be on that hate
Why the fuck these niggas be
Talkin that shit
Like b can't get a drake
Told lil drilla let's get up on our shit
Let's give 'em sum to hate
Told that bitch
She needa quit suckin dick
Go have a Better day
Ian really tryna hear that shit
Lil bitch get out my face
Tell them niggas
They needa quit chasing them licks
And find a better pay
Let me talk my shit
I'm always lit
So get up out my way
Ian really gotta sugar coat
These niggas be actin strange
Why the fuck that nigga
Had to fuck with bro
That put him in his grave
Let a nigga try to run up on me
I send him to the gate
Told that bitch she needa
Quit Throwing fits
She needa concentrate
Just a nigga On his grind and shit
Don't run up or you lay
Why the fuck she always lying
And shit that bitch know where he stay
Niggas really out here
Faken n shit
You niggas need to pay
Mind my business
Cause I'm on my shit
We run up where you stay
Niggas talkin
Out the mouth n shit
I think you niggas gay
Tell that bitch
To get up out my shit
I found a Better bae
Tell them niggas
They can have that bitch
That bitch on go anyway
Tell them niggas
They can keep that bitch
That bitch wunt here to stay
So I gotta make some plays
Ian really gotta fuck that bitch
But bet I will today
Why the fuck she gotta call my phone
Ha man be on ha case
Dare a nigga try to diss my homie
I bet he die today
Ian really gotta write this shit
But damn that shit be flame
Ian really gotta tote a blick
But niggas be on that hate
Why the fuck these niggas be
Talkin that shit
Like b can't get a drake
Told lil drilla let's get up on our shit
Let's give 'em sum to hate
Told that bitch
She needa quit suckin dick
Go have a Better day
Ian really tryna hear that shit
Lil bitch get out my face
Tell them niggas
They needa quit chasing them licks
And find a better pay
Let me talk my shit
I'm always lit
So get up out my way
Ian really gotta sugar coat
These niggas be actin strange
Why the fuck that nigga
Had to fuck with bro
That put him in his grave
Let a nigga try to run up on me
I send him to the gate
Told that bitch she needa
Quit Throwing fits
She needa concentrate
Just a nigga On his grind and shit
Don't run up or you lay
Why the fuck she always lying
And shit that bitch know where he stay
Niggas really out here
Faken n shit
You niggas need to pay
Mind my business
Cause I'm on my shit
We run up where you stay
Niggas talkin
Out the mouth n shit
I think you niggas gay
Tell that bitch
To get up out my shit
I found a Better bae
Tell them niggas
They can have that bitch
That bitch on go anyway
Tell them niggas
They can keep that bitch
That bitch wunt here to stay
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Writer(s): Bryan Mayberry
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