Play Some Games

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, Austin) Come on GlockBoyz, nigga (GlockBoyz, nigga) Yeah Boy You must be thinkin' I'm a kid and tryna play some games [Chorus] Yeah You must be thinkin' I'm a kid and tryna play some games You know I've been on your head like way before the fame My youngin told me go grab that plain Rollie, give my bitch a chain You ever slept inside the trap with twenty killers? Twenty pistols, twenty choppers, get a drop, we going fishing My nigga told me I should make a song 'bout all my bitches I told him go and check the news, my niggas into killings (Baow) [Verse 1] My niggas into drillin', my niggas, they the realest My dog, he sat down for a body, he ain't even did it My feet, they on the ground, but my head, it's in the ceiling I'm smokin' so much 'za, I'm celebratin' how we did it Gotta be careful when you hang around with gang, you might hear a bang You know she fuckin' 'round with me, you heard her use my slang I feel like Future, if it wasn't for Google, she wouldn't know my nickname So many bangers in the whip, we made a mixtape We got fiends linin' up like we got Jays finna drop Even the plug called my phone like, "When your tape finna drop?" Just saw some shit, it's in my blood, I'm like my pops I'm in the streets just like a dope fiend, just tryna get my shot (Just tryna get my shot), nigga [Chorus] Yeah You must be thinkin' I'm a kid and tryna play some games You know I've been on your head like way before the fame My youngin told me go grab that plain Rollie, give my bitch a chain You ever slept inside the trap with twenty killers? Twenty pistols, twenty choppers, get a drop, we going fishing My nigga told me I should make a song 'bout all my bitches I told him go and check the news, my niggas into killings [Verse 2] We just swervin' through the hood, you gotta know we strapped (Yeah) If we pull up before the boys, that mean we got a stash I seen your homeboy in the club, he ain't even had no cash That's probably why I seen his bitch, she let me grab her ass These hoes love me, niggas hate me, I guess I'm doin' good Ayy, you don't wanna be no opp, we smoked them like a 'Wood We threw a party for a week straight, showed 'em who run the hood I'm tryna grab a Maserati key, not Meagan Good Tell her to call me She don't answer when I hit her, but I bet she know I'm ballin' Ask about me, I pop out, hoes forget they got they wallet Yeah, I'd probably spin a bag with you, don't get me started (Don't get me started, don't get me started) [Chorus] Yeah You must be thinkin' I'm a kid and tryna play some games You know I've been on your head like way before the fame My youngin told me go grab that plain Rollie, give my bitch a chain You ever slept inside the trap with twenty killers? Twenty pistols, twenty choppers, get a drop, we going fishing My nigga told me I should make a song 'bout all my bitches I told him go and check the news, my niggas into killings (My niggas into killings) [Outro] GlockBoyz, nigga (GlockBoyz, nigga) Yeah (Yeah)