Lyrics Play Wit Ya - Dreezy

Play Wit Ya

Get fishin' on jail, dripping on cell
Rockin' some shit that I can’t even spell
Louis my shell, new money trail
My F for Fendi, your F is for fail
Strapped up like soldier, ayy
Pop off your top like Coronas (Pop)
Motor sound like it’s a polar
Ice on the choker, my bitch look older
She shakin' ass like she came from the 'Nolia (Shake it, shake it)
He a dog, alley paws (Beat him)
I ain’t fightin' at all (No)
I just tear down the mall (Takin' shit)
Fuck it, I buy it all (I want it all)
Shit on you like a star (Ugh)
We the youngest involved (Young)
That small voice need a haul, eh
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny
Drinkin' it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop little bitch, photobomb (Yeah)
Croppin' you right out the picture (Cut it)
Hot but he can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soon as he pitch it (Swerve)
Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent
I did not come to play with you (At all)
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny (Fuck it)
I’m drinkin' it right out the pitcher (Yup)
Pop little bitch, photobomb (Yeah)
Croppin' you right out the picture (Cut it)
Hot but he can’t get my number (No)
I curve him soon as he pitch it (Swerve)
Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent (Drip)
I did not come to play with you
Can’t wait for a minute, impatient
Go get it, I need it, my fingers is itching (Ugh)
Vacation, I’m living, got so many Benjamins
They think I’m gettin' it printed (I ain’t)
I came with them racks, you dig?
(What's up?)
This OG, you smoking on mid (Lil' kid)
Still livin' in your mama crib
You can’t even come for the kids
Smoke 'em and dump, Louboutin pump
Bloody walkin', you just bleed once a month (Yeah)
I’m in that Ghost, you can say that whip haunted
I walk in your trap and I do what I want (Do what I want)
Just spend a light 30
I got enough bread to feed you lil' birdies (Chirp, chirp)
Bought out Diamond District
I’m up in New York, my Milly Rock sturdy
Speakin' all facts (Turnt)
I get turnt up to the max (Turnt)
I used to jugg it off accents (Runnin')
Now, I’m back fully, relax (Ugh)
I’m eatin' spaghetti and catfish
Pull up in that sport back to back (Sktrt)
High as hell, lookin' like cataracts (I'm high)
I’m in the club throwin' that kind of racks (Racks)
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny (Fuck it)
Drinkin' it right out the pitcher (Yeah)
Pop little bitch, photobomb (Yeah)
Croppin' you right out the picture (Cut it)
Hot but he can’t get my number (No)
I curve him as soon as he pitch it (Swerve)
Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent
I did not come to play with you (At all)
Don’t give no fuck off the Henny (Fuck it)
I’m drinkin' it right out the pitcher (Yup)
Pop little bitch, photobomb (Yeah)
Croppin' you right out the picture (Cut it)
Hot but he can’t get my number (No)
I curve him soon as he pitch it (Swerve)
Head to toe Yves Saint Laurent (Drip)
I did not come to play with you (Nah)
Daytrip took it to ten (Hey!)