Intro
Why I gotta keep showing y'all Playa ain't playin', man?
(Playa is NOT playin'!)
Every fucking time
(Every fucking time I gotta show y'all like, y'all should know what's up by now, c'mon like...)
Yeah, yeah
I'mma give you all a rundown 'fore I run you down in my Range Rover
You running outta luck, (Guess what) I don't give a fuck
Nigga held me up, he wasn't paying attention so I capped him
Friends n' family crying, I'm laughing 'cause I don't give a damn
Baby Gangsta wreaking havoc, call me lil Bamm-Bamm
I keep a .50 on me 'cause I like how it go blam blam
Stomping through the city, King Kong ain't got shit on me
She liking how I'm dressing, fuck with how my joggers fit on me
She moaning when we fuckin', I smacked her, she moaning louder
Then I kicked her out, dumb bitch, I ain't doin' powder
I just sell it, flip it, cook it, and then I book it
If you try to rob me, take my cash, you just gonna taking bullets
I got two twin Glocks, extended clips, runnin' akimbo, they go bang bang
I hit him in leg, and then he tripped, pull out the 'K, I make it sang sang
Sing like Mariah but I don't miss a shot, Mariah Curry?
Civilians heard me drilling, instead of running they got they sturdy?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, stop it right there
(Stop it right there)
They heard enough
(You think so?)
I get a lil lyrical sometimes
(Sometimes I get lyrical)
Sometimes...
(Sometimes, ha)
Bitchass niggas, let's get it
(Playa is NOT playin'!)
Every fucking time
(Every fucking time I gotta show y'all like, y'all should know what's up by now, c'mon like...)
Yeah, yeah
I'mma give you all a rundown 'fore I run you down in my Range Rover
You running outta luck, (Guess what) I don't give a fuck
Nigga held me up, he wasn't paying attention so I capped him
Friends n' family crying, I'm laughing 'cause I don't give a damn
Baby Gangsta wreaking havoc, call me lil Bamm-Bamm
I keep a .50 on me 'cause I like how it go blam blam
Stomping through the city, King Kong ain't got shit on me
She liking how I'm dressing, fuck with how my joggers fit on me
She moaning when we fuckin', I smacked her, she moaning louder
Then I kicked her out, dumb bitch, I ain't doin' powder
I just sell it, flip it, cook it, and then I book it
If you try to rob me, take my cash, you just gonna taking bullets
I got two twin Glocks, extended clips, runnin' akimbo, they go bang bang
I hit him in leg, and then he tripped, pull out the 'K, I make it sang sang
Sing like Mariah but I don't miss a shot, Mariah Curry?
Civilians heard me drilling, instead of running they got they sturdy?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, stop it right there
(Stop it right there)
They heard enough
(You think so?)
I get a lil lyrical sometimes
(Sometimes I get lyrical)
Sometimes...
(Sometimes, ha)
Bitchass niggas, let's get it
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Ansley
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