| (Them niggas ain’t gon' fuck with us
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| Bitch, name a nigga play with us
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| You know we kept them K’s with us
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| Shout out the Rippah for makin' the beat)
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| Smokin' dope with my hitter, plottin' on the next one
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| He said, «All behind Youngboy, I’m gon' stretch somthin'»
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| I told him, «All behind that check, you better we5 somethin'»
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| We swervin' with them thang, it’s back to back until you niggas bleed
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| I don’t know nothin' but 4KTrey, I’m tryna t-shirt the bitch
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| So I can’t trust my own niggas, that’s how deep this shit get
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| I’m screamin' death before dishonor and I stuck with the shit
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| But now you crossed me, I’m so slimey, got no love for a bitch
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| The feds came and got Tekashi, I been thinkin' that I’m next
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| I’m screamin' murder 'bout my nigga and now I’m gettin' that off my chest
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| One scary bitch that I ain’t get and I ain’t stoppin' 'til he stretched
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| Bitch you fumblin' through yo' shit and send bullets through yo' neck
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| In the club screamin' out, «Who want it?"Fill my pocket with bodies
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| I got them pounds on the couch, the chopper right by the faucet
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| I just got 80 for a show, street niggas spent the deposit
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| Plus I spent 50 for a jet, bitch, I ain’t trippin', I got it
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| I’m steady drawin' blood for blood like catch this slug
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| Them niggas shouldn’t have played with us, uh-uh, uh
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| Foolio let that hammer bust, slip one time and you bite the dust
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| That’s when you niggas die (Bitch ass nigga)
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| Guns in retaliation, ask me what to make, I say, «A body»
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| Them drugs bring it out and I can’t hide it
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| Tryna link me to some shit, I told 'em I don’t know about it
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| Bitch, I’m bangin' 4KTrey, they all gon' lay, we swing that chopper
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| They talk the shit, but they just better keep they head on
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| You play, you die, but on this side, we call it «dead wrong»
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| I’m sendin' prayers to the sky, my nigga dead and gone
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| So I be aimin' at yo' noggin' 'til yo' head blown
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| After me, police tryna cuff me 'cause I run the streets
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| It’s double G, shoot a nigga up, you ain’t gon' fuck with me
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| It’s up with me, face on a T, ain’t stoppin' 'til they all deceased
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| I throw them 3s, I bang them Bs
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| I wiped his nose, the bitch ain’t sneeze
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| I tote a Glock, they tote a Baretta, plus this bitch a 9
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| Uh, this happen every time
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| Yeah, they shoulda known he slime
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| Talkin' out his top, this pussy bitch done must have lost his mind
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| Caught up in that fire (Bitch), wish you never tried
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| Strap them Ks now, fiendin' for blood, nobody want play now
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| You get shot in yo' face, huh
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| Them young niggas wild, ain’t nobody safe now
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| Montana been two times, caught a body at the same time, up the rate, huh
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| Gutter sound like drum line, and this one for Ben, man
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| It’s okay now
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| Guns in retaliation, ask me what to make, I say, «A body»
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| Them drugs bring it out and I can’t hide it
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| Tryna link me to some shit, I told 'em I don’t know about it
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| Bitch, I’m bangin' 4KTrey, they all gon' lay, we swing that chopper
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| I’m steady drawin' blood for blood like catch this slug
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| Them niggas shouldn’t have played with us, uh-uh, uh
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| Foolio let that hammer bust, slip one time and you bite the dust
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| That’s when you niggas die (Dead, you can’t say shit) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Play wit Us , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album Realer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп