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[Intro] (I hear you, JAY C) Ayy (RJ always tripping, man) You always tripping, RJ (RJ always tripping, man) I'm tripping too Ayy Ayy Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz (It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't let yo bitch go, nigga) [Chorus] I don't play games, I play with the cards I'ma play with her then play with her heart Bitch scoring too, she can play with the sparks Put a hammer to his head, turn him to a shark I don't play games, bitch, I ain't Triple H Punch, punch, punch, looking like a middleweight How the fuck I'm out the way but still in the way? Only dunking foreign hoes, I ain't hitting eights [Verse] Handpicked fit from Saks, I don't need a stylist Stop saying that you up, you ain't seen a island Couldn't pass English class, now I'm Visa writing Stop talking APs, you ain't seen a [?] Speaking of AP, I just touchdowned Gucci Gang on my feet, feel like Pump now I ain't walk off the porch, boy, I jumped down Looking like comic book off the Runtz cloud Chilly moe, spent seven on Beluga Yeezys Captain Save-A-Ho, boy, that bitch was super easy Would talk about the opps but they too benеath me Bitch asked if I was TID, through the 'oop to Sweezee Spеaking of bro, the clip full of baldheads Wizard Kelly to these hoes, I need all head Pull a whole balance off, I need all bread Stop talking 'bout, they all dead Blowing Cookie, I look like a Japanese Korean Got half off the banks, other half from Visas Superpower with this punch, you can ask Vegeta Fraud star, think I'm finna buy a scam arena All rookie swipe team, call me "Luka Trončić" Bitch a hoochie, gave her forty and she blew my Johnson A thousand bucks for these bitches, these shoes ain't common Broke-ass boy, yo pops should've used a condom Dropped a four and got some head, I'm finna hibernate Bro hit the road, I had his back like a license plate Thigh pad on me, it's a 49ers day If they ain't have gun laws, I'll swipe a K Huh, and damn near a rocket launcher too Nah, for real, slide'll knock the chimney off his roof She gave me head, I look down, thought I lost my shoes Off-White belt on, better be cautious, dude "What is ShittyBoyz?", bitch, it's three scammers Thousand dollar phone on me came with three cameras I think we could stop Thor with these three hammers Walked in the store and I got rich off of three jammers This white bitch gave me head for a Frappuccino Yeah, I heard yo song but I know it's capperino Talk crunchy like I just ate a bag of Cheetos Touchdown MIA, feel like Dan Marino Valentinos on, got me feeling European It's all bad if TrDee turn into a demon Running errands in Dior, I'm turnt for no reason Translate and Telegram, I plug German [?] Louis sneakers on my pivot, boy, that's French dressing If she ain't throwing neck, she can't get a text message Just scuffed the Louis, now I'm Triple S stepping Go and get a bag, buddy, that's the best lesson It ain't a thing on my ass but the Ksubi tag Scuffed the kicks and threw a fit, with my bougie-ass Living Gucci out of town, in my Gucci bag Drinking wine, getting head in a jacuzzi bath [Chorus] I don't play games, I play with the cards I'ma play with her then play with her heart Bitch scoring too, she can play with the sparks Put a hammer to his head, turn him to a shark I don't play games, bitch, I ain't Triple H Punch, punch, punch, looking like a middleweight How the fuck I'm out the way but still in the way? Only dunking foreign hoes, I ain't hitting eights