Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stop Playin, artist - Key Glock. Album song Yellow Tape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Paper Route Empire
Song language: English
Stop Playin |
New rose gold set, yeah, wet, nigga, uh |
Just to match my car, Glock, you a mess, nigga (Uh) |
Yeah, I’m a mess, I’m a threat, bitch, what do you expect? |
Uh |
When you came from nothin' and you ran up a check, yeah (Uh) |
Bitch, I’m Big Glock (Big Glock), yeah, nothin' less, yeah |
Bitch, I’m a shark in water, yeah, and on land (Land) |
Yuh, bitch (Bitch), stop playin' (Stop playin') |
Uh (Uh), bitch, I been the man, lil' nigga, big bands (Big bands) |
Yuh (Yuh), yuh, I know you see it pokin' up out my pants (Big racks) |
Yuh (Yuh), you can’t stand me, I’ll leave you where you stand (Yeah) |
Yeah, 'cause I’m big, nigga, uh |
Twenty-twenty vet, how the fuck you get that, nigga? |
(Huh?) |
I got twenty-twenty vision, all I see is checks, nigga (Cha-ching) |
Yeah, I’m cutthroat for real, it’s tatted on my neck, nigga (For real), uh, yeah |
Cutthroat (Cutthroat), uh (Uh), okay (Okay), let’s do it (Let's do it) |
(Do it, do it, do it), yeah, let’s get it (Let's get it), get to it |
Yeah, I’m dope like I grew it, uh, money grew on trees, I knew it, yeah |
I knew it, huh |
Because I get a lot, call me Mister or Doctor Glock, pop |
There goes the weasel (Pop, pop), yeah, bitch, ya top, uh |
I just popped the top on the pint, dropped it in my pop, yuh |
I be sippin' sizzurp in my drop top, uh |
Huh (Yup), yuh, in the booth, too |
Uh (Yeah), if you had this much shit, nigga, what would you do? |
(Huh?) |
Huh? |
(Huh) Yuh, gang goin' crazy, whole gang cuckoo (Gang, gang, gang) |
Yeah, young black nigga with a whole lotta blues |
Just sayin', you better (What?) stop playin' (Nigga), uh (What?) |
Bitch, I been the man, lil' nigga, big bands (Big bands) |
Yuh (Yuh), yuh, I know you see it pokin' up out my pants (Big racks) |
Yuh (Yuh), you can’t stand me, I’ll leave you where you stand (Yeah) |
Yeah, 'cause I’m big, nigga, uh |
Twenty-twenty vet, how the fuck you get that, nigga? |
(Huh?) |
I got twenty-twenty vision, all I see is checks, nigga (Cha-ching) |
Yeah, I’m cutthroat for real, it’s tatted on my neck, nigga, uh, yeah |