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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lola Brooke
Vocals
Billy B
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shyniece Thomas
Composer
Alyssa Stephens
Composer
Caresha Brownlee
Composer
Jahdira Atkins
Composer
Deandre Sumpter
Composer
Colin Daniel Murray
Composer
Kadir Naji Franklin
Composer
Richard Parker Wiggins
Composer
Fletcher Redd
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billy B
Additional Producer
Dizzy Banko
Producer
Semi Beatz
Producer
Tsunami
Producer
Anthony Daniel
Mixing Engineer
Dan Millice
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Violation
Uh-uh-uh, uh
(DizzYouViolated)
[Verse 2]
Don't play wit' it, don't play wit' it, don't play wit' it
Don't play wit' it (Muah, uh-huh)
[Verse 3]
I just wanna rough neck **** on a tongue (Big mad)
He just want a semi-automatic with a drum (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
Ask me if I'm finished, nah, bitch, I just begun
Nah, I ain't givin' out no 'nani to no **** just for fun, are you dumb? (Uh-uh)
Runner man, I don't know no other man (Run it up, run it up)
You fuck like a hundred **** just for hundred bands (What?)
I don't even got me hundred bands (Shit)
I'm still gon' me a hundred M's wit' a hundred plans
Gimme beso (Muah)
Extendo (Grrah)
I carry bitches like I'm prego (Bop-bop, bop-bop)
Peter roll a **** called Pedro (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Sucka ****, should've knew it from the get-go (Uh, yeah)
[Verse 4]
Don't play wit' it, don't play wit' it, don't play wit' it
Come on, baby, don't play wit' it (Don't play wit' it, muah)
Just lay in it (Ooh)
Spend all day in it (Ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh)
My hitters don't play wit' it, don't play wit' it, don't play wit' it (Grr)
Thеy stay wit' it
I'm okay wit' it (Yo, it's Billy)
When it comes to me thеy don't play wit' it
[Verse 5]
Glizzy on me, yeah, that's somethin' that stay wit' (Somethin' that stay wit')
Them Brooklyn bitches, they ain't really nothin' to play wit'
Bitches steady chattin', when I run down, she ain't say shit
My hitters gon' bang quick, fuck around, it gets dangerous
Bitches actin' like a bimbos, stomp a bitch in my Timbos
Hoes know I ain't playin' games, no Xbox, Nintendo (Nah)
[Verse 6]
Real bitch, no flaw shit, I stand on it, that's ten toes (Toes)
Pulled up in a big body wit' the dark tints on the windows
He said, "She so sweet," make him wanna lick the wrapper
Let him taste the pussy, then I kick him out right after (Bye)
Got these **** vex, 'cause I curve them when I want
Get his wig pushed back, if that **** tried to front like (Uh, yeah)
[Verse 7]
Don't play wit' it, don't play wit' it, don't play wit' it
Come on, baby, don't play wit' it (Don't play wit' it, muah)
Just lay in it (Ooh)
Spend all day in it (Ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh)
My hitters don't play wit' it, don't play wit' it, don't play wit' it (Grr)
They stay wit' it, I'm okay wit' it (Uh-huh)
When it comes to me they don't play wit' it (Muah)
Written by: Ace Redd, Alyssa Stephens, Caresha Brownlee, Colin Daniel Murray, Deandre Sumpter, Jahdira Atkins, Kadir Naji Franklin, Richard Parker Wiggins, Semi Kaan Kula, Shyniece Thomas