Play for Keeps

Lyrics

[F 8 K: Hook] Play with me you gon' get whacked Put 'em faces on a shirt Yeah you folded you a rat Got that drop yeah we gon' slide [F 8 K : Verse 1] Pull up with shooters they aim for top Push up on 'em now they calling the cops Playing for keeps middle finger to the opps Extended the clip and it came with a drum I'm shoulder strapped and I filled it with knots Called for the gun play we came from the dirt Sipping that dirty and I'm geeked off the percs Slimey as ever and I ride with em steppers Loving that bitch but I'm never gon trust her I came for the hundreds you can keep all the extras I'm fucking his bitch so I'm never gon text her Kill all the opps then I'm fucking their bitches Niggas be hoes so I keep me a glizzy Running em streets it was me and stick Paying in full ain't doing no lease Stick to the code so Im never gon speak Niggas be like why the fuck is he preaching? Twice the 50 I'm one of the realest She digging my flow yeah I'm one the coldest Stopping the time so I iced out the Rolex Might fuck around and leave his brain on the pavement Hollow tips ate up his face on the cement You can get shot or you stick to your business These niggas ain't real I can't even trust them Putting these bitches up in they business She folded now she done turned to a witness Unload the clip ain't leaving no witness Real gang members handle the business [F 8 K : Hook] Play with me you gon' get whacked Put em faces on a shirt Yeah you folded you a rat Got that drop yeah we gon' slide Play with me you gon' get whacked Put em faces on a shirt Yeah you folded you a rat Got that drop yeah we gon' slide [F 8 K: Verse 2] Pull up with hittas they've take off your top Pack in the trunk I was dodging the cops Palm still be itching addicted to percs He called me the bro but I know he ain't blood I know you ain't solid , you talk to the opps I catch you slipping then I'm calling your bluff These niggas ain't real so fuck all the talking You came with your stick I was still in there thuggin' I know you a bitch yeah I know you a snitch I move with some steppers that gon' kill for a brick You stay acting tough but we know you a lick He missed his shot so he got killed for that brick Catch you in traffic you know what's gon happen Running these bands gotta get me a Patek Play with the stick and I stay with a rocket So don't play with me ain't no playboi carti [F 8 K: Hook] Play with me you gon' get whacked Put em faces on a shirt Yeah you folded you a rat Got that drop yeah we gon' slide Play with me you gon' get whacked Put em faces on a shirt Yeah you folded you a rat Got that drop yeah we gon' slide [F 8 K : Verse 3] Shitted on me gotta fuck all these cheques up Right out the corner we was hanging with felons I'm throwing the ones but I'm keeping the hundreds These niggas be hoes these niggas ain't hundred Gave my heart to the paper,I'm married Chasing these bands gotta get it like an athlete Gotta to run with the bag you would think it was madden Them 223 we don filled 'em with cartridge [F 8 K: Hook] Play with me you gon get whacked Put em faces on a shirt Yeah you folded you a rat Got that drop yeah we gon' slide Play with me you gon get whacked Put em faces on a shirt Yeah you folded you a rat Got that drop yeah we gon' slide