Don't play wit me
Don't don't don't play
Don't play wit me
Don't don't don't play
Don't play, don't don't don't don't
Don't play wit me nigga you may meet a killa'
Who wan move like he John Wick right
Packin' a tool he a Jewish nigga ran up on a nigga when he left a Bar Mitzvah
My niggas really think its training camp running all drills um
Time kills like a bullet do for the culture
Show 'em how I'm living when a nigga cooking up in a bulletproof rover
'Till then ima pop one shawty top me off while a nigga riding shotgun
She can pull it off while her foot on da gas pedal
Now we on the wrong one way here the cop come
(Wrong way, wrong way)
Hating ass niggas be blowing my shit,
We had went to this party all these nigga throwing shade
Had to get outa there like Atlanta Mike Vick ugh
Why you lil' bitches gotta politic
Thought I had enough of you niggas I'm acknowledging
Every lil' act you gon' die no denying it
Cutthroat business niggas stay up with bayonet
Ima keep snapping 'till a nigga really break a leg
Life about balance and I'm on the edge
Go ahead and hand 'em all his flowers nigga dead
Money and the fame and the power went to his head
Money and the fame and the power went to his head bitch
Money and the fame and the power went to his head
Money and the fame and the power went to his head bitch
Never in ya life play a nigga like me f*ck around you gone see yea
Put it on my brothers
Yea I put it on God
And I put it on me yea
Stand on ten when I step outside
Got 10s on my feet yea
You can say I did a lot but I still got a whole lot to see yea
Don't play don't play don't play
Lil' boy go play with ya mami
You focused on fun betta focus on ya funds keep bands in the fanny
Tried to put you on the team
You was looking all stupid like you ain't understand me
Now you see who got the wave
All these bitches getting slayed
Prolly f*cking on ya mami
Keep birds in Atlanta
Got a shooter he a hawk he a bama
At KOD f*cking up the bands up
All the bad bitches twerking all the dancers
And they top tier we done got top shelf
Every play we make is a move it's a top 10
Try do what we do
Can't move how we move
Cause we 10 years in we been locked in
You ain't going lil nigga I ain't stop yet
How I got all this motion I ain't drop yet
You can't tell me what to do you ain't pop yet
Boy I'll kick yo ass for real wit a drop kick
Why you cap in ya rap
You don't move round the map
That life you don't live you need to stop it
In another five years then we really gone see
Who is really pop pop pop pop poppin' then
You be talking that talk we be walking that walk
Lil' nigga you ain't really like that
Heard you think going up, y'all niggas going left
But me and my niggas on the right track
Took the game from the bottom to a whole 'nother level
Now they watching all our moves like a Breitling
Now I'm here in ya ear Mike Tyson
Swear that this life that we live so exciting
Better not play wit me
If you here stay wit me
Making these twenties fifties hundreds
I put that on mom mami
We standing on business
We put on our bruddas
We put on the guys on god on god
We move with precision
We doing it different
We make em say oh my god!
Yo, stop playing wit me nigga
You ain't busy, you ain't busy at all yo
Answer ya f*cking phone!
JayHow - Don't Play Wit Me (feat. Okayyy Bee) Lyrics
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Don't play wit me
Don't don't don't play
Don't play wit me
Don't don't don't play
Don't play, don't don't don't don't
Don't play wit me nigga you may meet a killa'
Who wan move like he John Wick right
Packin' a tool he a Jewish nigga ran up on a nigga when he left a Bar Mitzvah
My niggas really think its training camp running all drills um
Time kills like a bullet do for the culture
Show 'em how I'm living when a nigga cooking up in a bulletproof rover
'Till then ima pop one shawty top me off while a nigga riding shotgun
She can pull it off while her foot on da gas pedal
Now we on the wrong one way here the cop come
(Wrong way, wrong way)
Hating ass niggas be blowing my shit,
We had went to this party all these nigga throwing shade
Had to get outa there like Atlanta Mike Vick ugh
Why you lil' bitches gotta politic
Thought I had enough of you niggas I'm acknowledging
Every lil' act you gon' die no denying it
Cutthroat business niggas stay up with bayonet
Ima keep snapping 'till a nigga really break a leg
Life about balance and I'm on the edge
Go ahead and hand 'em all his flowers nigga dead
Money and the fame and the power went to his head
Money and the fame and the power went to his head bitch
Money and the fame and the power went to his head
Money and the fame and the power went to his head bitch
Never in ya life play a nigga like me f*ck around you gone see yea
Put it on my brothers
Yea I put it on God
And I put it on me yea
Stand on ten when I step outside
Got 10s on my feet yea
You can say I did a lot but I still got a whole lot to see yea
Don't play don't play don't play
Lil' boy go play with ya mami
You focused on fun betta focus on ya funds keep bands in the fanny
Tried to put you on the team
You was looking all stupid like you ain't understand me
Now you see who got the wave
All these bitches getting slayed
Prolly f*cking on ya mami
Keep birds in Atlanta
Got a shooter he a hawk he a bama
At KOD f*cking up the bands up
All the bad bitches twerking all the dancers
And they top tier we done got top shelf
Every play we make is a move it's a top 10
Try do what we do
Can't move how we move
Cause we 10 years in we been locked in
You ain't going lil nigga I ain't stop yet
How I got all this motion I ain't drop yet
You can't tell me what to do you ain't pop yet
Boy I'll kick yo ass for real wit a drop kick
Why you cap in ya rap
You don't move round the map
That life you don't live you need to stop it
In another five years then we really gone see
Who is really pop pop pop pop poppin' then
You be talking that talk we be walking that walk
Lil' nigga you ain't really like that
Heard you think going up, y'all niggas going left
But me and my niggas on the right track
Took the game from the bottom to a whole 'nother level
Now they watching all our moves like a Breitling
Now I'm here in ya ear Mike Tyson
Swear that this life that we live so exciting
Better not play wit me
If you here stay wit me
Making these twenties fifties hundreds
I put that on mom mami
We standing on business
We put on our bruddas
We put on the guys on god on god
We move with precision
We doing it different
We make em say oh my god!
Yo, stop playing wit me nigga
You ain't busy, you ain't busy at all yo
Answer ya f*cking phone!
Don't don't don't play
Don't play wit me
Don't don't don't play
Don't play, don't don't don't don't
Don't play wit me nigga you may meet a killa'
Who wan move like he John Wick right
Packin' a tool he a Jewish nigga ran up on a nigga when he left a Bar Mitzvah
My niggas really think its training camp running all drills um
Time kills like a bullet do for the culture
Show 'em how I'm living when a nigga cooking up in a bulletproof rover
'Till then ima pop one shawty top me off while a nigga riding shotgun
She can pull it off while her foot on da gas pedal
Now we on the wrong one way here the cop come
(Wrong way, wrong way)
Hating ass niggas be blowing my shit,
We had went to this party all these nigga throwing shade
Had to get outa there like Atlanta Mike Vick ugh
Why you lil' bitches gotta politic
Thought I had enough of you niggas I'm acknowledging
Every lil' act you gon' die no denying it
Cutthroat business niggas stay up with bayonet
Ima keep snapping 'till a nigga really break a leg
Life about balance and I'm on the edge
Go ahead and hand 'em all his flowers nigga dead
Money and the fame and the power went to his head
Money and the fame and the power went to his head bitch
Money and the fame and the power went to his head
Money and the fame and the power went to his head bitch
Never in ya life play a nigga like me f*ck around you gone see yea
Put it on my brothers
Yea I put it on God
And I put it on me yea
Stand on ten when I step outside
Got 10s on my feet yea
You can say I did a lot but I still got a whole lot to see yea
Don't play don't play don't play
Lil' boy go play with ya mami
You focused on fun betta focus on ya funds keep bands in the fanny
Tried to put you on the team
You was looking all stupid like you ain't understand me
Now you see who got the wave
All these bitches getting slayed
Prolly f*cking on ya mami
Keep birds in Atlanta
Got a shooter he a hawk he a bama
At KOD f*cking up the bands up
All the bad bitches twerking all the dancers
And they top tier we done got top shelf
Every play we make is a move it's a top 10
Try do what we do
Can't move how we move
Cause we 10 years in we been locked in
You ain't going lil nigga I ain't stop yet
How I got all this motion I ain't drop yet
You can't tell me what to do you ain't pop yet
Boy I'll kick yo ass for real wit a drop kick
Why you cap in ya rap
You don't move round the map
That life you don't live you need to stop it
In another five years then we really gone see
Who is really pop pop pop pop poppin' then
You be talking that talk we be walking that walk
Lil' nigga you ain't really like that
Heard you think going up, y'all niggas going left
But me and my niggas on the right track
Took the game from the bottom to a whole 'nother level
Now they watching all our moves like a Breitling
Now I'm here in ya ear Mike Tyson
Swear that this life that we live so exciting
Better not play wit me
If you here stay wit me
Making these twenties fifties hundreds
I put that on mom mami
We standing on business
We put on our bruddas
We put on the guys on god on god
We move with precision
We doing it different
We make em say oh my god!
Yo, stop playing wit me nigga
You ain't busy, you ain't busy at all yo
Answer ya f*cking phone!
Writer: Brandon Holmes, James Howard
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid