Stop Playing (feat. TBG Mook)

Put the blunt up in my mouth, Hit the weed and now I'm gone
Since he dissin' onna net, Hit his block and get him gone
Yeah you know I be with shooters, Ain't no doubt they clapping dome
Shit I say you better believe it, When I'm rapping on these songs

This lil bitch keep tryna fuck, I told her I just want the neck
I was broke ain't have no money, Now I'm up they wanna text?
Like nick cannon I be wilding out, You know I'm trying to flex
Like nick cannon foe nem slide with drums, Don't gotta say the

She say I'm toxic I don't do no flocking, Run up bitch I'm popping
He say he went bar for bar with me, I told em "Nigga stop it"
Say he trying to score and take the lead, You know that's how we rockin'
Niggas mad about these bitches, It ain't my fault that I'm jockin'

Foe nem aiming at yo head, So why the fuck you got a vest?
She know I know how to fuck, I arch her back and beat the cat
Niggas talk too much, That's why when you see me I'm speaking less
Broski testing niggas gangster, Is you gon' complete the test?

Niggas be goofy out here with no motion
I know he a lick so I'm trying to make him put his hands up
Niggas keep trying to look flee when they let off them shots when you run, You ain't pulling yo pants up
You know how I'm coming, through money I'm thumbing, I'm trying to turn nothing to something and stand up
Got put onna news and I know it get tragic, Don't know the details but I heard he got fanned up

If we don't got no beef with no blood inna streets, Better stay in yo place nigga stay in yo lane
As a shorty I stood on that block, I was watching my brother start trappin' and selling cocaine
I'm focused on millions not chasin' no bitch, Trying to run through a sack giving chains to the gang
If you bleed how I bleed and we both feeling pain, Then I'm sitting here wondering why you complain

Man I'm missing my niggas it won't be the same, He got left in a cut boy this shit not a game
Get a rollie or patek I'm keeping it plain, And I be out the way don't be saying my name

If you stay with a roll then I know you a stain, Kmt from the heart tbg what I claim
I ain't fronting yo move but yo ass is a lame, Oj savv who I am and that's who I remain

Look Im the nigga gon' leave you red, I'm the nigga gon' leave you dead
High as fuck I'm off the meds, Take a perc right to the head
Caught a couple to the head that's sad, Been chasing a check I been in my bag
If i say what I know these niggas a mad, Bro flick me up this bitch look glass

And I been having my way with these hoes, They get in my bed they dropping them draws
Look me and my niggas don't say too much, Just say that it's up get put inna ground
Now and days these niggas be hating too much, They see that you up they bringing you down
I see you don't bring not a thing to the table, No point of you being around

Yeah me and my niggas, We living like hounds
Yeah up inna hood, They pushing them pounds
You give me a perc, And i'm popping it now
Yeah glizzy be clappin', Im lovin the sound
Im the king of my hood, And I'm needing a crown
My niggas a shoot you, Shoot out of town
You don't get a pass, You get shot out of bounds
Tbg ceo, Bitch I'm a founder

These bullets a make it hard to identify you, Get shot in yo mouth we a dentist time you
We a color his head like he Dennis Rodman, If it's looking too ugly I get to robbin
They claiming a body I know he flodging, They claiming a body I know they flodging
Say it's problem we come and solve it, We bring out them cutters and get to carvin'

Unlimited sticks inna hot can't count on my fingers, It's too many shots
You know these hoes ain't getting my lo, I'm passing up pussy it's too many thots
You know we up traffic debating don't know where to go, Got too many drops
You know I ain't kissing that bitch wouldn't dare kiss on that bitch, Sucked too many

Get out the way you ain't with that shit, They be putting the innocence up inna mix
Nigga get clapped and they say he wasn't with that shit, But how and he in every flick?
We know yall really dont wanna be claiming them adding to the score, Yall ain't that slick
You doing that woofing don't be on yo block, But whoever be out we paint that bitch

Twelve be trying it but I'm official, They getting behind me I crank that bitch
These niggas be goofy they getting so tough, Cause they know they protected in gates and shit
I heard a nigga was trying to throw me a party, Why cause I'm taking shit?
These niggas gon' hate cause we young and we do it, I swear to god it's making them sick



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Writer(s): Oj Savv
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