Playing Tag

Lyrics

[Intro: Dee Play4Keeps & BLOODIE] Uh huh It's that Dee Play4Keeps nigga, O's up, never Gz, you heard? Ayo BLOODIE, go get that nigga (Ahh, ahh, ahh) [Chorus: BLOODIE] We on the block, bro we playin' tag (Ayo Eli, what the fuck!) Like, don't get caught in that cab Opp thot, let me beat up that cat They know my bop, boy I stay with a strap 'Cause I'm movin' tact I'm movin' tact, he talkin' on Caine, he got beat with a bat Niggas be tellin', exterminate rats (Ahh ahh) We all know the facts, like, I just copped a new tag Dissin' on Dot, he got hit in his back Get up real oppy and call up the Makks [Verse 1: Dee Play4Keeps] If she wanna be gang, she gotta just tote like Kelly Keep the .G in her purse and bе ready Ahh, ahh, he got hit like spaghеtti Ahh, I'm tappin' my back, we call that "the Relly" Jaydot Geek gon' end up like— Jaydot Geek gon' end up like Smelly And he gon' do what? Opp thot, let me nut in her belly I stay with my strap, bitch and I'm talkin' 'bout Kelly Sally, Becky, Brittney Like, all of them bitches stay wit' me [Verse 2: BLOODIE & Dee Play4Keeps] Like where are all the wetties? 'Cause I'll really get 'em Signature shotta, with demons, I'm with 'em I don't need a car just to troop, just to get 'em (Mad Lay) [Verse 3: Dee Play4Keeps] Ayo BLOODIE, he yellin' he tagged and he— Like he yellin' he tagged, he a victim They know how it get when the liq's in my system If he run, I'ma flick at his sister [Verse 4: BLOODIE & Dee Play4Keeps] Ahh, ahh, y'all know what it is He got shot in his ribs He try to run on that block and he tripped Kurt is a bitch, he got shot in his wig I was in the spot (Uh huh) And she MB, MB that Play with my bop, I ain't gon' lie Til' I see a hat Trooped up, real low, that's when he got shot Like, that was for talkin' on 'Dot Bye lil nigga, he in my bop [Verse 5: BLOODIE] Baow, lil bitch you don't know who I am? I'm the one who could fuck on your friend Ahh, post up and go chill with my fans Like, have them stompers go hop out the van [Verse 6: Dee Play4Keeps] Gee Gotti, we smokin' your— Gee Gotti, we smokin' your mans Bitch that tryna hit a nerve Gee Gotti doin' bad, nigga a perv' (Uh huh) Damo, Savv, flicked at his feet If you didn't run, woulda did him like Kurt [Chorus: BLOODIE] We on the block, bro we playin' tag (Ayo Eli, what the fuck!) Like, don't get caught in that cab Opp thot, let me beat up that cat They know my bop, boy I stay with a strap 'Cause I'm movin' tact I'm movin' tact, he talkin' on Caine, he got beat with a bat Niggas be tellin', exterminate rats (Ahh ahh) We all know the facts, like, I just copped a new tag Dissin' on Dot, he got hit in his back Get up real oppy and call up the Makks