Playin' Around

Huh Y'all know what the f*ck going on I need my money all Frank's, nigga F*ck Lincoln, yeah, alright I ain't pull up on yo bitch just to smoke, nigga We was f*ck linking, afterwards I'm gone inhale the smoke Hop on the mic, & go F*ck thinking, lately me & Dede been on all these beats Tag teaming, man, the way we murder shit Some ah say we shouldn't have a reason, shit Why shouldn't we be eating? It was times that we was starving Still making sure niggas ate, & niggas still was actin greedy man That shit fucked up 'Cause I put my all into this rap & they still ain't wanna believe me Have 'em looking sick when they see me On they plasma TV, like "What the f*ck Ain't that Dede?", oh You ain't think that you ah see me, you kicked me down At my lowest, like you wouldn't ever need me But shit, when I needed you You decided to leave me, but it's cool We gone be on top soon, please believe me, but meanwhile We in the stu, rolling up this strong weed weed...with no seed seed Ain't that what he said? Yes sir Indeed deed Nigga gone be dead if he play with me me...um I don't know who the f*ck Mimi is, but I meant If he play with G, you get it Just don't play with me, or it's gone get hea- I mean, it's gone get hot, niggas pretending we opps, like If it was that case, brody done been had the drop I mean, we been had you got nigga You don't live none of that shit that you rap about Nigga, you sir cap a lot But anyways, we tryna have these hoes passing out on tour Off the shit we rap about, because we really live it Yeah, shit Why wouldn't hoes faint in the presence Of the realest in it? Man It seem like we the kings of the court I don't really see no one else winning, man Like that nigga Face said, these niggas finished If any hatred been coming my way I ain't seeing it I don't pay attention, but pay attention to how we be tripping And nobody listen, but soon as we blow They gone be claiming that they been the hippest Make 'em watch us succeed from the nosebleeds No they can't sit with us, y'all can never do this shit we do Y'all really need to give it up, & you look corny with that Glock Boy, put that pistol up, man it's finna be a cruel ass summer I hope yo pistol tucked (gimme that) bro got the Flash on the Glock, don't get yo picture took Doing all that clout chasing shit just to get some looks But then again, I can't pay that no mind I'm tryna touch a hundred million plus Rolling Cookie up in label meetings, man that shit a must (On God) in there with my feet up While they listening to our music, we getting high as f*ck Like, "damn, look at them Nappy Head Twins Man they all-" alright Tss... ha ha F*ck, I ain't know that bitch was gone end right there (Ha ha)