Lyrics I Aint Playin Wit Em - Dj Trigga, Hell Rell

I Aint Playin Wit Em

Ball hard show these niggas my game
I put that red dot on them
Show these niggas my aim
I ain’t playin' with 'em (Then what you doin' nigga)
Man I ain’t playin' with 'em (Then what you doin' nigga)
I’m the shampoo on this muthafuckin' title, two crosses on my neck
And I ain’t ever read a scripture out that muthafuckin bible
You know how this shit go, you dealin' with a sicko
Blow his head off while he cuddled up with his pillow
I don’t ride around in limos, I’m usually in the trunk
With black gloves on bout to hop out with the pump
Pull over right here, there that nigga go with his bitch Pam
Kill him and his ho if he don’t pay me my ten grand
Niggas love Ruger Rell, because I’m kinda hard
If rap don’t work try my luck with the armor guards
That’s a bank robbery
5 black Escalades all bulletproof up with tank armory
Clap and I spray, sack of that hey
I’m a gun runner sell 20 ratchets a day
I got, Rugers, revolvers, anything you need I got
Even them Dillingers that fit up in the beef and ??
All Hell about to break lose this August
We all know I ain’t perfect, but my wrist flawless
Make’em sick to his stomach nigga get nauseous
I don’t pick up my phone for workers when I’m with bosses
No he ain’t higher than me
If I was outta work still wasn’t hirin' me
And that’s your man bitch?
Where you find the jerk
Had him in Clinton washin' socks and ironin' shirts
Ball hard show these niggas my game
I put that red dot on them
Show these niggas my aim
I ain’t playin' with 'em (Then what you doin' nigga)
Man I ain’t playin' with 'em (Then what you doin' nigga)
Look at my tattoo’s
Show these niggas my gang
Or throw 50 karats on 'em
So these niggas my chain
I ain’t playin' with 'em (Then what you doin' nigga)
Man I ain’t playin' with 'em (Then what you doin' nigga)
Man what is he worth?