PLAY YO CARDS RIGHT

Momma told me play my cards right, that shit gon catch up nigga Pulled over same night like twice I hope that they don't catch a nigga Glock up in my bag, but I ain't even tryna stretch a nigga This bitch for protection, I can't go cause I lost several niggas I ain't have no feelings, I cant share em, I wont tell a nigga Them niggas don't know my pain, I keep it real but i wont never fold Pink and blue big hunnids gon keep coming till we super old Nigga i cant stop until i got my neck on super froze Iono these niggas, brand new city so I keep a pole Pussy boy you rapping, you ain't even tryna let it blow Shit I been through, made it kinda hard to keep my head up Fucked off that guap so many times I ran my bread up Niggas know we never been no pushover Them pussy niggas looked over Put on my hood like pullover Same night, headshots, they stood on em Told that boy don't play wit him Lysol, he gon spray wit em Talking out yo ass, get bodybag and forced to lay wit em Aye fuck that shit get to it Thick bitch love my music On gang count racks i do it Been that nigga i proved it, I got dreams i been persuing Swear bitch ion plan on losing Struggle & trapping, we had to go thru it Nickle and diming and now we go stupid Momma told me play my cards right, that shit gon catch up nigga Pulled over same night like twice I hope that they don't catch a nigga Glock up in my bag, but I ain't even tryna stretch a nigga This bitch for protection, I can't go cause I lost several niggas I ain't have no feelings, I cant share em, I wont tell a nigga Them niggas don't know my pain, I keep it real but i wont never fold Pink and blue big hunnids gon keep coming till we super old Nigga i cant stop until i got my neck on super froze Shit aint looking better, this shit fa the worse Try to put my whole life into these songs, pain in every verse And she cant get a thing, ask me for a purse I treat that bitch like she was dead, bought that bitch a fucking hearse If brodie say lets get em, we gon get em, we gon hit him first Any given Sunday we was on it, we ain't go to church Hollering bout some smoke then we match it if its pressure nigga Every Glock bang hard, give a fuck about surpressors nigga Red and blue behind me but them pussies aint gon catch a nigga (Fuck em) (Bow)