MAKE A PLAY (feat. FNB Jay)

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I got a restraining order on her, fat ass too
Wait, wait, you got a restraining order on a little girl named Baby D
You don't know Baby D
You don't know, that's why you're looking at me

Cause you don't know Baby D
Her fat ass be snoring and don't even be asleep
Just standing
Fat little cupcakes and shit

This fat bitch know about all the new snacks
Before they even hit the street
See, I was gone for a second
Now I'm back to make a play

They know I'm posted with them steppers
So they cannot fool with me
We on the dash
Had to bake it like a cake

FNB gon' stand on business
Not gon' beg, I'd rather take
Stop that cappin' on the net
He gon' end up like his last man

He frontin' for some pussies
So he thinkin' he a bad man
He claim he robbin' niggas
But we know that you're the act man

Don't try to be no hero, lil' nigga
You're not no bad man
Not the type to start no drama
I'm just tryna make it

These niggas talkin' bout your grind
but they not elevatin'
I'm pushin' P, you know my name
I have a nigga shakin'

Cause FNB gon' step on shit
I know you feel it quakin'
I feel I'm chosen at my craft
So I keep on ballin' on these niggas

Sound like Gary Payton
I got this bitch and now she tellin' me
Her nigga fakin'
They know I'm golden with this pistol

Shootin' like a Laker
Why you claimin' dead, niggas
Call Jim Johnson, now they want your head, nigga
He was talkin' at his neck

Like he don't know he bleedin' red, nigga
He be duckin' with a vest, nigga
I guess he got some skin
When he aimin' at your chest

Hollow tips right at your head, nigga
Yeah, he talkin' all that shit
Runnin' him down with a blip
Yet I leave his ass in a pinch

Put him in a pack
And I leave dust on his ass
And you talkin' all that shit
Boy, you is a rat

If you f*ck with the gang
I pop up and I spray
Put him in a grave
Yeah, I piss on his two-stone

And you know I'm a ruler
And I'm a shooter
And I pop up at your show
Leave his ass in a pinch

Yeah, you f*ck with me
Get in a ditch
And I'm talkin' all my shit
And I put your ass in a ditch

Really gonna do my shit
Uh, uh
Ay, pop up with a two-two-three
Yeah, we spray

Gonna take him off the map
Put him seven feet under
Drivin' through the traffic light
When it's red

And you know I'm a threat
Put a 5.7 in his head
Shout out to my fuckin' brothers
Know they down for the ride

We don't care about your people
Everybody gon' die
They know I'm drippin' like a faucet
Flood their ass when I drop

You gotta keep it in the streets
so I ain't tellin' no cop
Gone for a second
Now I'm bout to make a play

They know I'm posted with the steppers
so they cannot fool with me
We on the dash
Seven birds

Had to bake it like a cake
FNB gon' say no business
Ain't gon' beg, I'd rather take
Gone for a second

Now I'm bout to make a play
FNB don't fear nobody
I'll spread where you lay
We on the dash

Seven birds
Had to bake it like a cake
FNB gon' say no business
Ain't gon' beg, I'd rather take

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