Aint Playin

Like Bro, why you dissin
All this shit who did blues, gon miss it
Got 36 shots why you missin
Spin the block like what was u thinking
And you a faggot, that na be kissing
Got a Glock and it's going threw fixing
Ns scared he step form a distance
I got money I called an assistant.
In New York, I started producing
They be askin' me shit, I refuse it
I be makin' that shit cause the music
I just snapped on a beat, I abused it
And Sofia, you a bitch and you loosed it
Lil bro got hit he was clueless
(Glah)
(Glah)
(Glah)
(Glah)
(Boom)
(Glah)
(Glah)
(Glah)



Credits
Writer(s): B H G, B3k 500, J. R. P., Wockstar Jb
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