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Yeah, yeah
Why would I play when I know this shit
Why would I, why would I play when I know this shit slap?
Tell the DJ go and run that
Tell the, tell the DJ go and run that
I got too many issues and I bought me some more missiles
I'm sittin' here by myself, dog, ain't nobody givin' no tissue (Ah)
Why would I play when I know that shit
Why would I, why would I play when I know this shit slap?
Tell the DJ go and run that
Why would I play when I know this shit
Why would I, why would I play when I know this shit slap?
Tell the DJ go and run that
Tell the, tell the DJ go and run that
I got too many issues and I bought me some more missiles
I'm sittin' here by myself, dog, ain't nobody givin' no tissue (Ah)
Why would I play when I know that shit
Why would I, why would I play when I know this shit slap?
Tell the DJ go and run that
Tell the, tell the DJ go and run that back (Back)
I got the gemstone, I got the, mm
She got that gushy, that shit really, woah (Ah)
Hit my lil' line when you ready to moan
Hit my lil' line when you ready to moan (Ah)
Back in that, back in that, back in that trap
Back in that, back in that, back in that trap
I'm on the eastside, I'm on the northside
South to the west, baby, where is you at?
I'm comin' clean, goin' way off the map
Car to a six-man, turn up my hats
I'm on the jet, tryna get dispatched
Call up for it, nigga, said off the meds
Why would I play when I know this shit
Why would I, why would I play when I know this shit slap?
Tell the DJ go and run that
I got the gemstone, I got the, mm
She got that gushy, that shit really, woah (Ah)
Hit my lil' line when you ready to moan
Hit my lil' line when you ready to moan (Ah)
Back in that, back in that, back in that trap
Back in that, back in that, back in that trap
I'm on the eastside, I'm on the northside
South to the west, baby, where is you at?
I'm comin' clean, goin' way off the map
Car to a six-man, turn up my hats
I'm on the jet, tryna get dispatched
Call up for it, nigga, said off the meds
Why would I play when I know this shit
Why would I, why would I play when I know this shit slap?
Tell the DJ go and run that
Tell the, tell the DJ go and run that
Why would I play when I know this shit
Why would I, why would I play when I know this shit
Tell the DJ go and run that
Tell the, tell the DJ go and run that
Why would I play? 400K, bro off a molly and braindead
Yeah, I'm insane, bro, I am trippin'? Did shawty jump on a BangBus?
Deep and way down, way down in the sea, I done went dropped my anchor
What is we talkin' 'bout? No, I don't talk a lot 'less it's 'bout that paper
Switchin' the lane, the Lam' delirious
Pull on your block, this Fast and Furious
Switchin' the lane, the Lam' delirious
Why would I play when I know this shit
Why would I, why would I play when I know this shit
Tell the DJ go and run that
Tell the, tell the DJ go and run that
Why would I play? 400K, bro off a molly and braindead
Yeah, I'm insane, bro, I am trippin'? Did shawty jump on a BangBus?
Deep and way down, way down in the sea, I done went dropped my anchor
What is we talkin' 'bout? No, I don't talk a lot 'less it's 'bout that paper
Switchin' the lane, the Lam' delirious
Pull on your block, this Fast and Furious
Switchin' the lane, the Lam' delirious
Pull on your block, this Fast and Furious
Niggas be talkin' that shit, can't be serious
I got the bag, you know that I'm clearin' it
Who in the Lam'? Who in the Porsche?
Who in the Audi? Oh, who be steerin' it?
Niggas be talkin' that shit, can't be serious
I got the bag, you know that I'm clearin' it
Who in the Lam'? Who in the Porsche?
Who in the Audi? Oh, who be steerin' it?
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