B*t*h
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yea (Yea)
Yea
Yea
Yea (Turn it up)
Yea
Nah we ain’t playing (Nah)
Nah we ain’t playing (Nah)
Nah we ain’t playing (At all)
Shoot like taliban (Yea)
Nah we ain’t playing (What)
Nah we ain’t playing (What)
Nah we ain’t playing (What)
Them bullets gon’ land (Bow)
Nah we ain’t playing, Uzi I go Super Saiyan (What)
Yes I’m the man with the plan
Ask yo’ b*t*h I know she a fan (b*t*h)
I made bricks right off of a pan (Yea)
He gon’ diss while I’m making bands (What)
Pu**y n***a get squashed like some ham (pu**y)
I made a wish to get rich
Then I woke up and I saw all kinds of bands (Cash)
You cannot drip like this
If you don’t got a hundred thousand right in yo’ pants (On God)
Cuz’ I heard lil shawty got a Only Fans (Ew)
But whеn she get right on her knees
She be throwing it back
Swear she using no hands (What, What, What, Let’s Go)
We got .223s, we don’t shoot at f**king backs (Bow, Bow, Bow)
I dont post at gas stores n***a, I could never lack (Let’s Go)
He think sh*t a game, so we crossed his #ss tik tac (Fool)
And we put you bout’ six feet, no corona bat (Six feet, yea)
And this gun got sixty, cuz’ I got a strap
When we shoot we don’t miss em’ you cannot get em’ back (Bye)
And this thot say she miss me
I dont got time for that (Huh)
These n***as should sign for Disney
Cuz’ all they do is act (Yea, Yea)
Nah we ain’t playing (Naw)
Nah we ain’t playing (Naw)
Nah we ain’t playing (b*t*h)
Shoot like taliban (Bow)
Nah we ain’t playing (Naw)
Nah we ain’t playing (At all)
Nah we ain’t playing (Yea)
Them bullets gon’ land (Aye)
Nah we ain’t playing (What)
Nah we ain’t playing (What)
Nah we ain’t playing (What)
Shoot like taliban (Yea)
Nah we ain’t playing (What)
Nah we ain’t playing (Yea)
Nah we ain’t playing (Huh)
Them bullets gon’ land (Yea)
Ok, grab a b*t*h right by the throat
Right when I stroke, making her c*m like sum’ yolk (Yuh)
I don’t nun’ of ya’ll folk
This 30 I tote, make his #ss float like a boat (Yuh)
All of det’ cap that he spoke
We shoulda’ knew, that he did not want no smoke (Nah)
Then we fold em’ like some clothes or some windows
They saying that he got exposed (Exposed)
I got a glizzy on me (A What)
I don’t mean meat, b*t*h I’m talking bout the heat (Yea)
And you know the heat sweep
Ask the last n***a that got took off his feet (No cap)
Spot em’ then we got em’ beat
Then we box em’ I ain’t talking bout’ det beat (Beatbox)
These hoes on a n***a meat, cuz’ a n***a rich (Why)
Used to wear dirty cleats (Ok(
100 bag, can’t fit that (100 bag, can’t fit that)
That Prada bag, she miss that (That Prada bag, she do)
She sucking d**k, so I can’t kiss that (Uh-Uh)
Yo’ homie a pack, go get yo’ lick back (b*t*h)
Nah we ain’t playing
Nah we ain’t playing
Nah we ain’t playing
Shoot like taliban
Nah we ain’t playing
Nah we ain’t playing
Nah we ain’t playing
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