Lyrics PLAYING WITH KNIVES - BLCKK

PLAYING WITH KNIVES

Bitch, Imma slit your throat
Got em' guns but I like to toed
Pass that blunt lemme get that toke
Fucked your bitch, and I left her soaked
Hey, run that shit yeah, give me your bag
Suck my dick yeah, place man tag
Tuck my gun yeah, it never sagged
Why you stutter, that’s a real life lag yeah
Aye, aye, aye
Get the bag up, get the bag up
Aye, aye, aye
Get your ass up, get your ass up
We always been riding in the back, we fiddling their seat
In front of us, we haven’t seen the sun yet
Check them up, we ain’t talking about ball
Runnin' this shit, Imma tell them they’ll fall, aye
Twitter had fucked up your brain, you lookin' dumb, you lookin' drained
Now mind your bitch, I’m getting gains
Fuck you bitch, your life is in vain
Fuck you, bitch
Fuck you, bitch
Fuck you, bitch
Yeah, fuck you, bitch
Fuck you, bitch
Fuck you, bitch
Fuck you, bitch
Yeah, fuck you, bitch
I’m in the back of the whip, yeah
Passed out, real shit, yeah
Get a fuckin' head split, yeah'
I don’t talk real shit, yeah'
I’ve been waiting, Imma quit, yeah'
Only ever tryna hit, yeah'
I ain’t friends with the bitch, yeah'
Yeah, yeah
They dated back, pussy on track, I don’t need to pack
Only ever gettin' round' tour if there is money stacked
Came with it, gonna' stay with it, yall' fucked up
Act different when the bitch wit' em, yall' fucked up