MAKE A PLAY (feat. FNB Jay)

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 fuck 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 fuck 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