Nothing To Play With
They been on some other shit, they done brought the player out
Guess I got to demonstrate how I ain't nothing to play about
I ain't throwing papers out, but I been on that paper route
Is you n***** slow or what, I doubled up on haters now
I might get another b****, I can't deal with absent minds
Feeling like I'm money Mitch, half the time... can't say I know everything
But I know I gone have to grind, n***** who do sucker shit
Be the ones I patronize
Imma be like terminator, AR-15 rattle like a snake
Hustle in my blood n****, get it each and every way
Come and get some drugs n****, prices low like section A
N***** think they big dog, but I think that they feather weight
Got up off my a** back then and didn't look back
I'm seeing bands like every week, and I don't even cook crack
I'm higher than the 70s, my last nerve she took that
Them gun sounds change minds, buddy heard that cluck clack
What these b****** want from me, f*** some or keep it pushing
In my face they cool guys, I turn around they get to woofing
I don't play with people kids, your grown ass can get a whooping
They big dog a big rat, but walking round like he a bully
Testing whips like every month, get a feel for what I like
Mistake me for the nice guy, trust me I ain't nothing nice
Another 30,000 streams, and that was just the other night
Find someone to play them games with, and that's just something light
P****
Guess I got to demonstrate how I ain't nothing to play about
I ain't throwing papers out, but I been on that paper route
Is you n***** slow or what, I doubled up on haters now
I might get another b****, I can't deal with absent minds
Feeling like I'm money Mitch, half the time... can't say I know everything
But I know I gone have to grind, n***** who do sucker shit
Be the ones I patronize
Imma be like terminator, AR-15 rattle like a snake
Hustle in my blood n****, get it each and every way
Come and get some drugs n****, prices low like section A
N***** think they big dog, but I think that they feather weight
Got up off my a** back then and didn't look back
I'm seeing bands like every week, and I don't even cook crack
I'm higher than the 70s, my last nerve she took that
Them gun sounds change minds, buddy heard that cluck clack
What these b****** want from me, f*** some or keep it pushing
In my face they cool guys, I turn around they get to woofing
I don't play with people kids, your grown ass can get a whooping
They big dog a big rat, but walking round like he a bully
Testing whips like every month, get a feel for what I like
Mistake me for the nice guy, trust me I ain't nothing nice
Another 30,000 streams, and that was just the other night
Find someone to play them games with, and that's just something light
P****
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Writer(s): Sborte Clay
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