Lyrics
[Hook: Dee Billz]
They playin' with me
They sleep and still ain't wake up
They don't want me to get in that mode
**** gon' beat like makeup
She used to play me in school
But now D.B. got his cake up
Now D.B. on her taste buds,
Headin' out, run, see you later
[Verse 1: Dee Billz]
Damn, Like, my **** winning, and they hate that
Don't lack in that park, we play tag
He get a shot if he in the wrong Maybach
Facts, we don't mention that pack, 'cause we really, like
But don't get it twisted, like
Word to bro I still face that
Like, I got a ghost, she tellin' me, "Wait up"
Free Drew, he gettin' his weight up
Shots at his body Jada Wada, Damn
They not listening, they better open them ears
Spin through the beat with my peers
Can't hang cause he not prepared,****
If he moving bright, I'ma light it
With the hounds, so I gotta fight it
Moving tack, I'm ducking in indictments
They know who I am when I'm in thee party
He died, I don't feel sorry
Yes, we do smoke him out the Marley
Finding shots for any one of mine
I'm not saying it, cause it rhyme like
Free all the bros locked up doing time
He was sleep outside, he got reclined
I'm too tact to fall for the line
Grah, throw if he say shine, ****
Fuck all our opps, we the ones who matter
My **** not for the chatter
Couple of **** got whipped like batter
Word to bro, ****
I can't wait 'til we catch us a rapper
Headshot brains, splatter
If they slide, then we do it faster
I told bro, it's time for a new opp
We tryna build up a new block
Catch Lil Jah, that's him and his boy shot
And my head on a swivel 'cause they wanna get me
Bro don't care, he will oot out the renty
You talkin' blocks, we flicked on plenty
[Hook: Dee Billz]
They playin' with me, they sleep and still ain't wake up
They don't want me to get in that mode
**** get beat like makeup
She used to play me in school, but now D.B. got his cake up
Now D.B. on her taste buds
Hit it now, run, see you later
Written by: Dylan Robertson, Ricardo Linton