[Chorus: x2]
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
Bitch don't play with me
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck wit
I ain't no one to fuck witBitch don't play with me don't even wave to me
It's a wrap ye ain't got nothin' else to say to me
Make a nigga snap or see me straight flip bitch
Fuckin' with some G gon' get that ass killed bitch
And if the cops come? Fuck if the cops come
Cause I'ma do the sweep, hell yeah with my shotgun
Blow a fuckin' fuse and be wonderin' why he did that
Tried to keep it cool yeah I'm comin' to push your wigs backI squeeze big triggers, that'll rip when I blast techs
And I tote handguns with clips the size of giraffe necks
With the red beem on it (beem on it) so I can't miss
And I shoot k's (shoot k's) with Ben Frank clips
What's that? That's 100 rounds, Eepty? That's 100 down
Fuck with DFB and you gon hear how 100 sound
I pump and break it down, when I cock it and spit slug
Put your knees on your ankles, and your chest where your hip was[Chorus]Gimme that gun, gimme that man, gimme that keys, I'm at his ass
Talk that shit, now see is he bad, I'm a make him do the motherfuckin' dance
Catch up with him, just like chad, put one in his motherfuckin' ass
Leave 'em all bloody, like a big pad. Crunchy Blac, I don't ass crashI'm bout to walk up to your house knock on the door and blow your brains out
Then buck you in your chest so fuckin' hard it knock the stains out
I'm one of them crazy cats that kick your ass and knock them thangs out
I got a 12 inch dick in your girl mouth I'm a let it hang outYeah, bounce bounce star, bounce bounce star
Three 6 mafia and the franchise huh?
We put a bitch on blast
Dirty south we'll blast your ass[Chorus]Every nigga that fuck with me (test me), that's the nigga I'm a check
Turn his whole chest into a muh fuckin' fish net
I ain't no one to fuck with, stuff you in the truck nigga
Have you tracked out, trapped up, bent up nigga
I got transporters that's workin' for a couple figures
And a couple slick colors, on a nigga play the trigger
Shoot a nigga down yup, that's courtesy the young dealer
Niggas with attitude natural born young killersNow bitch don't play wit me cause I got the K with me
Load it up, cock it back, get all in they face with it
I ain't no one to fuck wit, better get your issue right
Nut in them bitches and he ready to light that dynamite
Z-M-P niggas hate it so I stay strapped
Run up on a nigga and put a whole in his wave-cap
It's Pimpin' nigga, steady trippin' on my off day
Blowin' purp all day run more blocks than in your ice tray[Chorus]
Songwriters
Tiller, Gerald / Willingham, Jamall / Gleaton, Maurice / Leverette, Bernard / Beauregard, Paul / Houston, Jordan / Carlton, Darnell / Brooks, Vau ShaunPublished by
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