DONT PLAY Lyrics

All these hoes they dead to me

All these hoes look like Beverly's

Next up, no questioning

Flexed up, who's questioning?

One, two, on my neck

One, two, I might flex, huh

Hoes all on my set, huh

Walk around with my chest

Hoes I'm blowing on reefer

Hoes I'm smoking on diesel

Racks I flooded my people

Tint all black can't see through, yeah

Sneak dissing like teachers

Sneak dissing on features

Fuck you and your feature

Fuck you I don't need you, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitch I'm fired up, flrr

Flip the script on you broke bitches I need bags I need more figures

Lots of love when they showed me none see me stepping now like I pull triggers

Stress marks on my seams, yeah

Want racks falling out my jeans, yeah

Buttercup colored my seats, yeah

Bubble butt need me a squeeze, bitch I'm fired up, flrr, flrr, huh, fired up, flrr, flrr, huh

Yeah, I'm too tired of all the people talking and telling me all that they know

I'm tired of all the sneak dissing and the shit-talking on the low

Like bitch can you just the shut the fuck up I'm trynna hit the gas and go

I ain't even talking 'bout bitches I'm really referring to you lil bro, flrr

Next up, you can't catch up

Dreams of rolling around in that Benz truck

Backtalk shit im flexed up, im just one of them one's that be blessed, huh?

Ain't pull out the city with caution

Like who in the fuck is gon' stop it?

I tell that lil' girl I got options

Like baby you ain't all that talking

I took em' for pity, you gotta get with me

Lil' baby this ain't no joke

350 but one in my city, quit playing with T, lil' hoe, flrr

I'm going up into space

Climb to the top we don't play

All mask on no trace

Know that I'll make it one day, yeah

Know that I'll make it one day, yeah

Fuck what they talking and say, yeah

Fuck what they talking and say, yeah

One day, one day, one day

Okay, okay, okay

No way, no way, no way

Don't play, don't play, don't play

Flip the script on you broke bitches I need bags I need more figures

Lots of love when they showed me none see me stepping now like I pull triggers

Stress marks on my seams, yeah

Want racks falling out my jeans, yeah

Buttercup colored my seats, yeah

Bubble butt need me a squeeze, bitch I'm fired up, flrr, flrr, huh, fired up, flrr, flrr, huh

Yeah, I'm too tired of all the people talking and telling me all that they know

I'm tired of all the sneak dissing and the shit-talking on the low

Like bitch can you just the shut the fuck up I'm trynna hit the gas and go

I ain't even talking 'bout bitches I'm really referring to you lil bro, flrr

Next up, you can't catch up

Dreams of rolling around in that Benz truck

Backtalk shit im flexed up, im just one of them one's that be blessed, huh?

Ain't pull out the city with caution

Like who in the fuck is gon' stop it?

I tell that lil' girl I got options

Like baby you ain't all that talking

I took em' for pity, you gotta get with me

Lil' baby this ain't no joke

350 but one in my city, quit playing with T, lil' hoe, flrr