How We Play
My nigga purging with a purpose
Type of nigga get to smile before he murk ya
And we don't talk if ain't turkey
Talk in the street
Say these niggas wanna hurt me
Clip hold 30 knife work like birdie
I ain't never worried big Crown on my
Jersey
Bitch on my hip Get to blowin' like a slurpy
Talkin' on the Land shit knowin' we a earth em
What ya day like? Know how we play rite?
He was turning wrapped his turbine at the red light
My niggas liver then most
Arguments in the hood
To See who Slidin' the most
Riding with a loaf
Better Slide with ya pole
Bitch giving top but
Got a mind of her own
He was Actin' like a Dawg but
That Young nigga told
If ya brother ya brother
You gonna lie under oath
Do em dirty Big 40
With the beam attached
This kick starter turn
A nigga to a fema pack
He ain't that Katrina his
Wave cap
Gettin busy do the diddy
And tell em take that
Nigga still hatin'
Imma poppin' up with these
Cummas
Blicky in my bomber
Ain't tellin' these nada
Trust we for the drama
Runnin' down on niggas mommas
Get yo shit pushed
For thinkin' I'm Just a rhymer
Get ya top gone
Make a movie no popcorn
Ain't no regular clips
My niggas keep mops on
Found out where stay then they
Spinnin' the block for em
Talking like he lit
Then we makin' it hot for em
Type of nigga get to smile before he murk ya
And we don't talk if ain't turkey
Talk in the street
Say these niggas wanna hurt me
Clip hold 30 knife work like birdie
I ain't never worried big Crown on my
Jersey
Bitch on my hip Get to blowin' like a slurpy
Talkin' on the Land shit knowin' we a earth em
What ya day like? Know how we play rite?
He was turning wrapped his turbine at the red light
My niggas liver then most
Arguments in the hood
To See who Slidin' the most
Riding with a loaf
Better Slide with ya pole
Bitch giving top but
Got a mind of her own
He was Actin' like a Dawg but
That Young nigga told
If ya brother ya brother
You gonna lie under oath
Do em dirty Big 40
With the beam attached
This kick starter turn
A nigga to a fema pack
He ain't that Katrina his
Wave cap
Gettin busy do the diddy
And tell em take that
Nigga still hatin'
Imma poppin' up with these
Cummas
Blicky in my bomber
Ain't tellin' these nada
Trust we for the drama
Runnin' down on niggas mommas
Get yo shit pushed
For thinkin' I'm Just a rhymer
Get ya top gone
Make a movie no popcorn
Ain't no regular clips
My niggas keep mops on
Found out where stay then they
Spinnin' the block for em
Talking like he lit
Then we makin' it hot for em
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Nichols
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