Playmakers (feat. JFerm)

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I got Mikey whipped out my show
Having too much motion to beef with these niggas
Roll me a wood and get high, I don't speak to these niggas
Cop you the way but won't beat me, lil' nigga

Making plays everyday, just don't speak on a nigga
I just bought me a drink, nigga. Play with my cake, you gon' eat it, lil' nigga
Feel like a hoe that got options, we leavin' the nigga on game
I'm just laughing my way to the bank, make a move in this hoe

We gon' play, niggas swearing they like that
We know that they ain't on f*ck with these niggas
We gay, my young nigga clutching his pistol
He ready to spray, nigga. Playing, get shot in the face

I'ma throw up DGs everyday to the gray
Got these hoes on my dick, I hear stalking my past
These niggas don't get me, they just can't relate
Catch an opp out of bounds, burn his ass like some sage

I love getting high, smoking woods to the face
Put my pan in this hoe, it's gon' take it away
If I'm gay, I'm in this bitch a lil' fern
Freaky bitch on my phone, yeah, she get on my nerves

Yeah, we got what you need, but you know it could serve
I don't f*ck with these bitches, that shit for the verse
Nigga thinking shit sweet, catch his ass in the verse
I'm on the hill, sell a pass to a nurse

Catch his ass for a verse, slide down the block, leave his ass on the curb
My lil' nigga ain't talk about shit, he be feeling like bird
Hell no, young nigga bleak, so just give him the words
Some shots at your team, make them niggas burst

Made a play, I get trapped after six controls
They don't know how it feel when you lose your bro
How it feel to be down on your ass, go run up a bed, go get you some dough
Don't know how it feel to go kick down the door

I'd rather go punch on the clock than be sitting down dead ass broke
These niggas ain't real, they're dead ass dope
They fiending for pussy, that's gon' be the reason they die by a hoe
Hell no, I can't die by a bitch

I'm taking the phone, she hop in the wood. I ain't dropping that love cause I'm popping this shit
Put a beam on the gun and I'm dropping this shit
I really got too many options, this shit I just win and hit me in new types of the bitch
Pockets on buff like a ox in this bitch. I can put up the guns with a box in this bitch

No, he don't want to punch. Money too long, it don't fold in the crunch
Shoot a three at the buzzer, all niggas I'm clutch
Been packing these niggas up just like a lunch
I ain't blowing OG, bitch, I'm rolling up runs

Catching pics through the mail like my last name was blunt
Touching back with the kick like it's fourth on the punt
Been popping my shit like my daddy, you know I'm a stunt
Ball that hard like Kareem on the hunt

It ain't really no nigga I trust
New pack through the mail, this shit must
Spent once, double back, that's a must
Been breaking these niggas like Chris

I been popping, I can't be a bust
If a nigga run up, I'm a bust
All my money all my money all my money all my money

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