Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Play , by - Trapboy Freddy. Release date: 10.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Play |
| Burberry my shirts and my pants and my kicks |
| Bitch, I walked straight out the place (The place) |
| Versace my boxers, I kick it like soccer |
| LA, what a wonderful day (Day) |
| Hundreds on hundreds, no pranks (Pranks) |
| Drop a deposit for pints (For pints) |
| Them youngins, they never be thinkin' (Uh-uh) |
| I’ll get you hit for some pints (Boom boom) |
| Young nigga saucy like ketchup (Ketchup) |
| You too old to be broke, better catch up (Catch up) |
| Got my foot on they neck, I won’t let up (Uh-uh) |
| Drop a bag on your head, get you wet up (Boom) |
| I can’t trust these lil' bitches, they set up |
| I fuck on that bitch and I jet off |
| My partner got joint, gotta set up |
| In the set, on the cell, he won’t set down |
| I used to push pounds in the Jetta |
| Yeah, I know it’s been a minute since I hit up |
| Had her and her friends in the rental |
| On the road with the blue in the fender |
| Feel like I just ran a play (A play) |
| But I just walked straight out the bank (The bank) |
| Hundreds on hundreds, no plates (No plates) |
| Used to have car that didn’t crank |
| Now I can swipe for a bag (A bag) |
| Drop a deposit for pints (What you need?) |
| Post on the hill like I’m Hank (Right now) |
| Don’t fuck with these niggas, they janky |
| Feel like I just ran a play (A play) |
| But I just walked straight out the bank (The bank) |
| Hundreds on hundreds, no plates (No plates) |
| Used to have car that didn’t crank |
| Now I can swipe for a bag (A bag) |
| Drop a deposit for pints (What you need?) |
| Post on the hill like I’m Hank (Right now) |
| Don’t fuck with these niggas, they janky |
| Can’t smoke on no stanky, these niggas should thank me |
| I’m all out of patience, I dime on my pinky |
| I’m smoother than smoke, it’s a dub in the sofa |
| Gucci my loafers when I’m out on that ocean |
| Make a bet like it’s poker |
| Strap on my hip, ain’t no holster |
| Drive with that pack and I’m posted |
| Get it, no over |
| It’s gon' weigh up like it’s 'posed to |
| Niggas want me to lose focus |
| Back it on out, push that pack in a Focus |
| Get hit with that nine if you come with that ho shit |
| I’m back on my bullshit in case you ain’t noticed |
| I do this for all them times they ain’t notice me |
| Pop me a pill, bitch, I’m back and I’m rollin' |
| Get me a hosue somewhere, trap it and roll it |
| Niggas be roguish, I’m cool on the roaches |
| My teeth is all frozen, my Rollie a trophy |
| These niggas be bitches, they actin' emotional |
| I wrap a little ounce and the house done got colder |
| Stackin' this paper, you know I got older |
| These racks in this bag and I can’t even close it |
| Your chain is too little, I gotta get closer |
| You want it, come get it, no, I cannot hold it |
| Sippin' this lean and I’m smoking on doughly |
| All of these hundreds, I can’t even fold it |
| Feel like I just ran a play (A play) |
| But I just walked straight out the bank (The bank) |
| Hundreds on hundreds, no plates (No plates) |
| Used to have car that didn’t crank |
| Now I can swipe for a bag (A bag) |
| Drop a deposit for pints (What you need?) |
| Post on the hill like I’m Hank (Right now) |
| Don’t fuck with these niggas, they janky |
| Feel like I just ran a play (A play) |
| But I just walked straight out the bank (The bank) |
| Hundreds on hundreds, no plates (No plates) |
| Used to have car that didn’t crank |
| Now I can swipe for a bag (A bag) |
| Drop a deposit for pints (What you need?) |
| Post on the hill like I’m Hank (Right now) |
| Don’t fuck with these niggas, they janky |