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Play Wit Me (Remix)
by G Hezzy
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Alright, why the fuck I'm playin' with you
You don't even play with me Time out, can you hold my Glock
This bitch don't leave and stay with me Heard he ain't in the streets
He on the sidelines where the haters be Headshots, we play for keeps
Why you think he's scared of me
Pull up, he got headshot Well, it really went through his cheek
I only smoke my favorite op, two letters BD, hittin' his top with a three-letter
A-R-P, I ain't slowin' down this fast car S-R-T, wait, bae, I ain't feelin' nothin
Better hope I don't go to sleep Boy, this Glock is like my baby
You would want me to keep it asleep Hunt so wicked like the Navy
Lil' ass scopin' from the trees She just wanna catch my baby
So she posted on her knees Told her, whoa, get back
I don't know you like that Yo, bitch gave me her number
I don't say the contact Why you playin' with me
You know if I'm half I'm sober, I'ma spray the heat
How the fuck you shot at me? When shots went fast, where I be
Go out west or over east I'm from out south, that's where I be
First, she playin' hard to get But in the end, she doin' the D
I just talked to Mooney on FaceTime He told me stay out the streets
Put him in that wheelchair Now he rollin' through the streets
Vision blurry when my ex dropped Call me Ray, I can't even see
Boy, I'm stoned, but they call me the G I wish he would like a couple of trees
Gun under the hood, they can't even see it How many guns in the car? You wouldn't even believe it
Boy, my accuracy closer to Jesus Now he goin' viral
The way lil' spats be twerkin' to Drake I call him Brady
He throwin' sparrows The way we spinnin' through they block
Police say we doin' sparrow Think that body on ring carryin' me
Now he goin' viral So why the fuck you playin' with me
I do that shit you can't believe If I got, I'll hawk him down
Best believe these legs be made from speed I'm in the zoo, call up the streets
I'm in the trenches, they treat me like cheesy What I do, all on the neck
This and this, homie, I know I'ma leave Try to be cool before I'ma be tweakin
South God, no, he South Jeezy Hollow struck him, nose bleed
Nickel left his ass leakin' Way I'm poppin' out, call me Cleavage
Rich so froze, call an anemic, I don't, uh, yeah
So why the fuck you playin' with me
I do that shit you can't believe If I got, I'll hawk him down
The hot tub, he's in it, ladies, let's get it
Alright, why the fuck I'm playin' with you
You don't even play with me Time out, can you hold my Glock
This bitch don't leave and stay with me Heard he ain't in the streets
He on the sidelines where the haters be Headshots, we play for keeps
Why you think he's scared of me
Pull up, he got headshot Well, it really went through his cheek
I only smoke my favorite op, two letters BD, hittin' his top with a three-letter
A-R-P, I ain't slowin' down this fast car S-R-T, wait, bae, I ain't feelin' nothin
Better hope I don't go to sleep Boy, this Glock is like my baby
You would want me to keep it asleep Hunt so wicked like the Navy
Lil' ass scopin' from the trees She just wanna catch my baby
So she posted on her knees Told her, whoa, get back
I don't know you like that Yo, bitch gave me her number
I don't say the contact Why you playin' with me
You know if I'm half I'm sober, I'ma spray the heat
How the fuck you shot at me? When shots went fast, where I be
Go out west or over east I'm from out south, that's where I be
First, she playin' hard to get But in the end, she doin' the D
I just talked to Mooney on FaceTime He told me stay out the streets
Put him in that wheelchair Now he rollin' through the streets
Vision blurry when my ex dropped Call me Ray, I can't even see
Boy, I'm stoned, but they call me the G I wish he would like a couple of trees
Gun under the hood, they can't even see it How many guns in the car? You wouldn't even believe it
Boy, my accuracy closer to Jesus Now he goin' viral
The way lil' spats be twerkin' to Drake I call him Brady
He throwin' sparrows The way we spinnin' through they block
Police say we doin' sparrow Think that body on ring carryin' me
Now he goin' viral So why the fuck you playin' with me
I do that shit you can't believe If I got, I'll hawk him down
Best believe these legs be made from speed I'm in the zoo, call up the streets
I'm in the trenches, they treat me like cheesy What I do, all on the neck
This and this, homie, I know I'ma leave Try to be cool before I'ma be tweakin
South God, no, he South Jeezy Hollow struck him, nose bleed
Nickel left his ass leakin' Way I'm poppin' out, call me Cleavage
Rich so froze, call an anemic, I don't, uh, yeah
So why the fuck you playin' with me
I do that shit you can't believe If I got, I'll hawk him down
The hot tub, he's in it, ladies, let's get it
