Play Wit Us

Them **** ain't gon’ fuck with us

Bitch, name a **** play with us

You know we kept them K's with us

Shout out the Rippah for makin' the beat

Smokin’ dope with my hitter, plottin' on the next one

He said, "All behind Youngboy, I'm gon' stretch somethin'"

I told him, "All behind that check, you better wet somethin'"

We swervin' with them thang, it's back to back until you **** bleed

I don’t know nothin’ but 4KTrey, I'm tryna t-shirt the bitch

So I can’t trust my own ****, that's how deep this shit get

I'm screamin' death before dishonor and I stuck with the shit

But now you crossed me, I’m so slimey, got no love for a bitch

The feds came and got Tekashi, I been thinkin' that I'm next

I'm screamin' murder 'bout my **** and now I'm gettin' that off my chest

One scary bitch that I ain't get and I ain't stoppin' 'til he stretched

Bitch you fumblin' through yo' shit and send bullets through yo' neck

In the club screamin' out, "Who want it?" Fill my pocket with bodies

I got them pounds on the couch, the chopper right by the faucet

I just got 80 for a show, street **** spent the deposit

Plus I spent 50 on a jet, bitch, I ain't trippin', I got it

I'm steady drawin' blood for blood like catch this slug

Them **** shouldn't have played with us, uh-uh, uh

Foolio let that hammer bust, slip one time and you bite the dust

<span begin="1:10.365" end="1:12.900">That's when you **** die</span> <span begin="1:12.900" end="1:13.696">(Bitch ass ****)</span>

Guns in retaliation, ask me what to make, I say, "A body"

Them drugs bring it out and I can't hide it

Tryna link me to some shit, I told 'em I don't know about it

Bitch, I'm bangin' 4KTrey, they all gon' lay, we swing that chopper

They talk the shit, but they just better keep they head on

You play, you die, but on this side, we call it "dead wrong"

I'm sendin' prayers to the sky, my **** dead and gone

So I be aimin' at yo' noggin 'til yo' head blown

After me, police tryna cuff me 'cause I run the streets

It's double G, shoot a **** up, you ain't gon' fuck with me

It's up with me, face on a T, ain't stoppin' 'til they all deceased

I throw them 3s, I bang them Bs

I wiped his nose, the bitch ain't sneeze

I tote a Glock, they tote a Baretta, plus this bitch a 9

Uh, this happen every time

Yeah, they shoulda known me slime

Talkin' out his top, this pussy bitch done must have lost his mind

<span begin="2:01.360" end="2:04.393">Caught up in that fire, wish you never tried</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="2:02.910" end="2:03.502">(Bitch)</span></span>

Strap them Ks now, fiendin' for blood, nobody want play now

You get shot in yo' face, huh

Them young **** wild, ain't nobody safe, huh

Montana been two times, caught a body at the same time, up the rate, huh

Gutter sound like drum line, and this one for Ben, man

It's okay now

Guns in retaliation, ask me what to make, I say, "A body"

Them drugs bring it out and I can't hide it

Tryna link me to some shit, I told 'em I don't know about it

Bitch, I'm bangin' 4KTrey, they all gon' lay, we swing that chopper

I'm steady drawin' blood for blood like catch this slug

Them **** shouldn't have played with us, uh-uh, uh

Foolio let that hammer bust, slip one time and you bite the dust

<span begin="2:37.974" end="2:41.401">That's when you **** die</span> <span begin="2:40.406" end="2:41.622">(Dead, you can't say shit)</span>