Play Wit Ya

歌詞

Uh, yeah, yeah Daytrip took it to ten Hey! Don't give no fuck off the Henny Drinkin' it right out the pitcher Yeah Pop little bitch, photobomb Yeah I'm croppin' you right out the picture Cut it Hot but he can't get my number No I curve him as soon as he pitch it Swerve Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent I did not come to play with you At all Don't give no fuck off the Henny Fuck it I'm drinkin' it right out the pitcher Yup Pop little bitch, photobomb Yeah I'm croppin' you right out the picture Cut it Hot but he can't get my number No I curve him soon as he pitch it Swerve Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent Drip I did not come to play with you Nah Indian hair, 40 inches Long Head totoe, it get expensive Cash Cartier lenses for my vision Barti' I see you fake niggas pretending Rats You burnt, you ran out of minutes You burnt Your ho come 'round and get litty He lit President of the bad bitches Cadet They salute the kid like lieutenant Salute Get fishin' on jail, dripping on cell Rockin' some shit that I can't even spell Louis my shell, new money trail My F for Fendi, your F is for fail Strapped up like soldier, ayy Pop off your top like Coronas Pop Motor sound like it's a polar Ice on the choker, my bitch look older She shakin' ass like she came from the 'Nolia Shake it, shake it He a dog, alley paws Beat him I ain't fightin' at all No I just tear down the mall Takin' shit Fuck it, I buy it all I want it all Shit on you like a star Ugh We the youngest involved Young That small voice need a haul, eh Don't give no fuck off the Henny Drinkin' it right out the pitcher Yeah Pop little bitch, photobomb Yeah Croppin' you right out the picture Cut it Hot but he can't get my number No I curve him as soon as he pitch it Swerve Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent I did not come to play with you At all Don't give no fuck off the Henny Fuck it I'm drinkin' it right out the pitcher Yup Pop little bitch, photobomb Yeah Croppin' you right out the picture Cut it Hot but he can't get my number No I curve him soon as he pitch it Swerve Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent Drip I did not come to play with you Can't wait for a minute, impatient Go get it, I need it, my fingers is itching Ugh Vacation, I'm living, got so many Benjamins They think I'm gettin' it printed I ain't I came with them racks, you dig? What's up? This OG, you smoking on mid Lil' kid Still livin' in your mama crib You can't even come for the kids Smoke 'em and dump, Louboutin pump Bloody walkin', you just bleed once a month Yeah I'm in that Ghost, you can say that whip haunted I walk in your trap and I do what I want Do what I want Just spend a light 30 I got enough bread to feed you lil' birdies Chirp, chirp Bought out Diamond District I'm up in New York, my Milly Rock sturdy Speakin' all facts Turnt I get turnt up to the max Turnt I used to jugg it off accentsl Runnin' Now, I'm back fully, relax Ugh I'm eatin' spaghetti and catfish Pull up in that sport back to back Sktrt High as hell, lookin' like cataracts I'm high I'm in the club throwin' that kind of racks Racks Don't give no fuck off the Henny Fuck it Drinkin' it right out the pitcher Yeah Pop little bitch, photobomb Yeah Croppin' you right out the picture Cut it Hot but he can't get my number No I curve him as soon as he pitch it Swerve Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent I did not come to play with you At all Don't give no fuck off the Henny Fuck it I'm drinkin' it right out the pitcher Yup) Pop little bitch, photobomb Yeah Croppin' you right out the picture Cut it Hot but he can't get my number No I curve him soon as he pitch it Swerve Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent Drip I did not come to play with you Nah Daytrip took it to ten Hey!