Don't Play With Me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
Bitch don't play with me, don't even wave to me
It's a wrap ye ain't got nuttin' else to say to me
Make a nigga snap or see me straight flip, bitch
Fuckin' with some G, gon get that ass killed, bitch
And if the cops come? Fuck if the cops come
'Cause I'ma do the sweep, hell, yeah with my shotgun
Blow a fuckin' fuse and be wonderin' why he did that
Tried to keep it cool, yeah, I'm comin' to push your wigs back
I squeeze big triggers, that'll rip when I blast techs
And I tote handguns with clips the size of giraffe necks
With the red beam on it so I can't miss
(Beam on it)
And I shoot K's with Ben frank clips
(Shoot K's)
What's that? That's 100 rounds, that's 100 down
(Empty?)
Fuck with DFB and you gon hear, how 100 sound
I pump and break it down when I cock it and spit slug
Put your knees on your ankles and your chest where your hip was
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
Gimme that gun, gimme that man
Gimme that keys, I'm at his ass
Talk that shit, now see is he bad
I'ma make him do the mothafuckin' dance
Catch up with him, just like Chad
Put one in his mothafuckin' ass
Leave 'em all bloody, like a big pad
Crunchy Blac, I don't ass crash
I'm 'bout to walk up to your house
Knock on the door and blow your brains out
Then buck you in your chest
So fuckin' hard it knock the stains out
I'm one of them crazy cats
That kick your ass and knock them thangs out
I got a 12 inch dick in your girl mouth
I'ma let it hang out
Yeah, bounce, bounce star, bounce, bounce star
Three 6 Mafia and the Franchize, huhhh?
We put a bitch on blast
Dirty South we'll blast your ass
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
Every nigga that fuck with me, that's the nigga I'ma check
(Test me)
Turn his whole chest into a muhfuckin' fish net
I ain't no one to fuck with, stuff you in the truck nigga
Have you tracked out, trapped up, bent up nigga?
I got transporters that's workin' for a couple figures
And a couple slick colors, on a nigga play the trigger
Shoot a nigga down yup, that's courtesy the young dealer
Niggaz with attitude natural born young killers
Now bitch don't play wit me 'cause I got the K with me
Load it up, cock it back, get all in they face with it
I ain't no one to fuck wit, better get your issue right
Nut in them bitches and he ready to light that dynamite
ZMP niggaz hate it so I stay strapped
Run up on a nigga and put a whole in his wave cap
It's pimpin' nigga, steady trippin' on my off day
Blowin' purp all day run, more blocks than in your ice tray
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
Bitch don't play with me, don't even wave to me
It's a wrap ye ain't got nuttin' else to say to me
Make a nigga snap or see me straight flip, bitch
Fuckin' with some G, gon get that ass killed, bitch
And if the cops come? Fuck if the cops come
'Cause I'ma do the sweep, hell, yeah with my shotgun
Blow a fuckin' fuse and be wonderin' why he did that
Tried to keep it cool, yeah, I'm comin' to push your wigs back
I squeeze big triggers, that'll rip when I blast techs
And I tote handguns with clips the size of giraffe necks
With the red beam on it so I can't miss
(Beam on it)
And I shoot K's with Ben frank clips
(Shoot K's)
What's that? That's 100 rounds, that's 100 down
(Empty?)
Fuck with DFB and you gon hear, how 100 sound
I pump and break it down when I cock it and spit slug
Put your knees on your ankles and your chest where your hip was
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
Gimme that gun, gimme that man
Gimme that keys, I'm at his ass
Talk that shit, now see is he bad
I'ma make him do the mothafuckin' dance
Catch up with him, just like Chad
Put one in his mothafuckin' ass
Leave 'em all bloody, like a big pad
Crunchy Blac, I don't ass crash
I'm 'bout to walk up to your house
Knock on the door and blow your brains out
Then buck you in your chest
So fuckin' hard it knock the stains out
I'm one of them crazy cats
That kick your ass and knock them thangs out
I got a 12 inch dick in your girl mouth
I'ma let it hang out
Yeah, bounce, bounce star, bounce, bounce star
Three 6 Mafia and the Franchize, huhhh?
We put a bitch on blast
Dirty South we'll blast your ass
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
Every nigga that fuck with me, that's the nigga I'ma check
(Test me)
Turn his whole chest into a muhfuckin' fish net
I ain't no one to fuck with, stuff you in the truck nigga
Have you tracked out, trapped up, bent up nigga?
I got transporters that's workin' for a couple figures
And a couple slick colors, on a nigga play the trigger
Shoot a nigga down yup, that's courtesy the young dealer
Niggaz with attitude natural born young killers
Now bitch don't play wit me 'cause I got the K with me
Load it up, cock it back, get all in they face with it
I ain't no one to fuck wit, better get your issue right
Nut in them bitches and he ready to light that dynamite
ZMP niggaz hate it so I stay strapped
Run up on a nigga and put a whole in his wave cap
It's pimpin' nigga, steady trippin' on my off day
Blowin' purp all day run, more blocks than in your ice tray
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Gleaton, Paul Beauregard, Bernard Leverette, Jordan Houston, Jamall Willingham, Gerald Tiller, Vaushaun Brooks, Darnell Carlton
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