Playball Lyrics

A.M.P

This is a certified hood classic

Wes, step on they necks

Damn son, where'd you find this

I started off with a P

Now I made pay with the A trey treys and I just had some, say five, two, three

And I thought she was gay cause every other day she'd buy from me

Phone ring, that's a jug, I'm in a stu, had to tell him stop the beat

Christmas, yeah, they stay on trees

Thought she midgets, stay on knees

My girl worry about me trappin' cause I do time if they OD

Ask about me, I get to it

Forty hit ya , that's Ray Lewis

That shit stink, Roll me a Wood

Pack smell like embalming fluid

Sack on me, no Michael Parsons

I'm so fly, I need a harness

I dress up and far from rich, but really these expensive garments

They know I be on the grind, but I still serve you, I make time

Bought up paint for six, made my money back only sold three lines

Damn son, son, damn son, damn son, where'd you find this

My shoulders hurting, I'm so next up

Two sticks on me, coi leray and pressa

I done got my bread up, yeah, bruh, Panera

The clip like a comma and these bullets like etcetera

Brr, brr, phone ringing, Brody, I'm at work

I'm finna go on break, that's when I can sell you these perks

I know some people with money, but still don't know they worth

And I've been broke before, so I can't tell you what's worse

I took a lot of losses, okay, that was then though

Like I'm looking out of some, nah, I just window

Knew how this was gon' go when my big bra called me big bro

Nah, he can't swim, but whatever he keep fin though

Had to cut some ears off, what I mean they not here

I'm so high, I might cry, it's cause I'm top tier

I be trying to chill, keep it Gucci, Keisha, Kayor

They know I bear arms, no Baylor

Keep the fire on me like a giant

Fee-fi-fo, can't nobody F with me

Lil' Boosie, I know like 5-0

I've been to star, and I had the power too

I is grade A, them the only things I vow to

Please stop rapping about some shit you not into

It ain't cool to be broke, got a job and still sell too

You ain't never been at the spot praying the mail get through

Trap dog, baby, I'm on my pitbull