Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Play Around, artist - Statik Selektah.
Date of issue: 19.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Play Around |
The yay on the stove, my nigga |
Need new batteries for my scale, lemme weigh up them O’s, my nigga |
Shooter’s sniffin' fifty just to stay on his toes, my nigga |
Fifty round sticks, niggas sprayin' with those, my nigga (Brr) |
I got hit in my throat |
Face twisted up but I’m still sick with the flow (Hah) |
You niggas sick as me? |
No, you niggas sick of me, I know |
But you bitch niggas know you get your shit split if you approach |
Nigga I’m GOAT, Grimiest Of All Time when I spitted this dope |
Paid a grip for the coat (Ooh) the slippers is four |
Ride with a stick in the Ghost, but even when I was broke |
The Smith & was close, niggas was gettin' smokd |
Hit the back of your head, I’ma lift it with this toast (Uh-huh) |
I got hit in back of my head, but nigga, I’m still afloat (Ha) |
Th Machine, nigga, that light green, nigga |
I send my youngin' through there to do a sting, nigga (Brr, grrah) |
We really don’t play around |
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down |
Don’t nobody move and don’t nobody make a sound |
Everybody lose if anybody stay around |
We really don’t play around |
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down |
Don’t nobody move and don’t nobody make a sound |
Everybody lose if everybody stay around (Yeah) |
Nobody move, nobody get hurt (Hurt) |
Toni take a Adderall, he gon' take a Perc (Toni) |
Christian Dior shirt pressed (Uh) |
King of the jungle, might lace my shorty with a fur dress (Damn) |
Now four niggas tried to sing on me, quartet (Woo) |
PPP came in and got a Corvette (Nyoom) |
Mama text me and said I need more rest |
But I heard they think I’ma lose, I need more bets (I need more) |
This the synchronized swimmin' edition |
Two bowls full of babies in the fetal position |
Crack talk, trap talk, if you bein' specific |
And I’m all about my bread, I need that in a jiffy |
We really don’t play around |
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools you lay down |
Don’t nobody move and don’t nobody make a sound |
Everybody lose if anybody stay around |
We really don’t play around |
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down |
Don’t nobody move and don’t nobody make a sound |
Everybody lose if everybody stay around |
This crack rap, trap rap |
This that eenie meenie miney mo |
Goddamn .44 at your grandmammy door |
If you ain’t got my sack wrapped (Sack wrapped) |
Knock-knock, hello, blap-blap |
That’ll show you the use for the tool |
Tried to play a nigga lame, but a nigga played cool |
Now your grandmother on the evening news (News) |
Man, I’m the meanest, cleanest, evilest genius grabbing my penis |
Crucified, niggas thought I died, I’m back, I’m Jesus (I'm Jesus) |
Got crack in the back, got gas in the pack, got pills in the attic (Attic) |
I’m a Rolex rocker, never wanted the AP or lusted the Pateks (Pateks) |
Street politics, sold white dope right in front of your house (Your house) |
I be the reason your auntie skeezin' and your uncle sold your couch (Your couch) |
Dope boy, dope boy |
I ask, «Do we got a problem?» |
like Doughboy (Doughboy) |
You ain’t really nothin' but a ho, boy, you ain’t really, you ain’t really want |
that smoke boy |
Look at my team and look at your team, man, we really mean that shit |
We came in with the sticks |
We can get to aimin' and flamin' shit (Shit) |
Look at your woman gettin' all anxious, talkin' piece of shit |
Still on my dope boy script, look at her, tell her, «Shut up, bitch» |
Play around |
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down |
Don’t nobody move and don’t nobody make a sound |
Everybody lose if anybody stay around |
We really don’t play around |
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down |
Don’t nobody move and don’t nobody make a sound |
Everybody lose if anybody stay around |