Play My Cards lyrics

Ay ( Hawky)
n*gga, Ay ( Alex Made This Beat)
Ayy

[Chorus]
I′m risin' up, it was a hit that′s what i brazen for
n*ggas talkin' out they neck, why they think they gon' take me though?
Pistol wit′ me in the bed, got the choppa on the floor
Money steady in, i dish it right back out for war
I play my cards, these n*ggas on me, bang out i ain′t goin'
I bet i hit wit′ thenum five, my aim on i know it
n*ggas be talkin' like they killers, that ain′t what they doin' (Nah)
My defense strong, i hold it down just like i′m Checkin' you in
Strat in the face would getcha killed so n*gga, choose wise (b*tch)
It either be ate whatchu gon n*gga, survive or die?
What's in the dark come to light so think before you lie (b*tch)
Pressure made them diamonds glitter, hold it down through hard times
Been through that pain, been through that rain
But through it all i stayed the same
I ain′t change, if they said i did, then there the ones that′s fake
I was starvin', and sum n*ggas ate they dinner in my face
I ain′t have my time comin', i just sat right there n wait
Tables turn now n*ggas mad at me (Huh)
Sneak disses bein′ throwed, pus*y n*ggas throwin' jabs at me
Thought y′all should know, well b*tch i live action (On God)
These n*ggas livin' for the hype
Won't get on social media tall wrestlin (Boy)
Get up whichu pull a pick n roll (Yeah)
I swear dem hoes be a distraction, creep up on ya and i get it on
I dumped the clip, to then don′t bang at all
That′s really whatchu call a give n go n*gga, i done sent ya home
I'm risin′ up, it was a hit that's what i brazen for
n*ggas talkin′ out they neck, why they think they gon' take me though?
Pistol wit′ me in the bed, got the choppa on the floor
Money steady in, i dish it right back out for war
I play my cards, these n*ggas on me, bang out i ain't goin'
I bet i hit wit′ thenum five, my aim on i know
n*ggas be talkin′ like they killers, that ain't what they doin′ (Nah)
My defense strong, i hold it down just like i'm Checkin′ you in
They like "Dot how you be livin'?
b*tch mind ya business (Stupid)
Cuz that ain′t whatchu gettin' paid for, y'all ass trippin′ (b*tch)
Gon′ be a lotta pus*y n*ggas wind up f*ckin' missin′
Got sum light hoes be the reason ion f*ck wit' n*ggas
Came up from the gutter, n*gga
Big bang roll get doubled, n*gga
Started, b*tch i dare you too
Yo ass gon′ take a slug with you
Where i'm from we love pistols
And they got them drums in ′em
Trappin' for how long? And you still broke
Yo ass a bum, n*gga
I'm risin′ up, it was a hit that′s what i brazen for
n*ggas talkin' out they neck, why they think they gon′ take me though?
Pistol wit' me in the bed, got the choppa on the floor
Money steady in, i dish it right back out for war
I play my cards, these n*ggas on me, bang out i ain′t goin'
I bet i hit wit′ thenum five, my aim on i know
[Outro]
n*ggas be talkin' like they killers, that ain't what they doin′ (Nah)
My defense strong, i hold it down just like i′m Checkin' you in
b*tch!