Lyrics Another Play - 2 Eleven, Freddie Gibbs, Quincey White

Another Play

Shit, nigga, everything I rap about
Nigga, be some real life shit, nigga
I can’t just make this shit up like this
You feel me, though?
Don Alfonso
The city we been weeping through it (Skrr)
The money we been getting to it (Racks)
This shit ain’t really to do it
Run it up, then we runnin' through it
I just made another play
I just made another play
Niggas talking about they bag
Yeah, I’m on the way scoring
Hit that for another play (Deuce)
Ever since them bags came, bitches want my last name
Niggas got the mad face, 'cause they still in last place
Nigga I be bracking on a bad day, scored on my last play
If you ain’t got no money, bitch you need to go that way
Rnt a car, trafficking trap king
They try to bury me, they know I’m a
My niggas havin papr shoot a thousand
Now Deuce Eleven from the neighbors, fuck a rap name
My nigga I ain’t come to flex, I’m here to motivate
Introduced her to my niggas, she a throwaway
If that bag right
Shoot that deposit in a, bitch I’m on the way
Yeah, I be quarterback in place like I’m Tom Brady
Even when it’s forfeit, naw baby
I wanna find out what these jealous niggas mad at
In the streets y’all whole life ain’t got a
The city we been weeping through it (Skrr)
The money we been getting to it (Racks)
This shit ain’t really to do it (Nah)
Run it up, then we runnin' through it (Woo)
I just made another play (Yeah)
I just made another play (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas talking about they bag
Yeah, I’m on the way scoring
Hit that for another play
The city we be through it
My nigga
Ever since the gas came, niggas wanna blast Cane
'Cause I don’t suck no ass or suck no dick
I push a button on a
'Cause Babyface Gangsta from the same fuck a rap name
Nigga, fuck a rap beef, we don’t do the social
I came about
My cocaina credit score eight one, I treat my smokers right
It’s Freddie Gandolfini, niggasas can’t fade me on and off the mic
And I be with them Vice Lords, Blood niggas, red raggin', toe taggin'
Flags tied up to the front grill of the G Wagon
Everytime I spit, it’s another chip off the whole brick
Tommy The Clown niggas was crump dancin' in 06
The city we been weeping through it (Skrr)
The money we been getting to it (Racks)
This shit ain’t really to do it
Run it up, then we runnin' through it (Woo)
I just made another play (Woo)
I just made another play (Woo)
Niggas talking about they bag
Yeah, I’m on the way scoring
Hit that for another play