They Will Never Play Me lyrics

[Intro]
This for my thug, thug
Drug, drug
And guns, guns
Come on, come on
Come on, it's the ROC n*gga
Yo, yo

[Verse 1]
Ayo n*ggas wanna hate me 'cause I run thugs
Show no love and my guns bust
And I got your b*tch on my nuts and I push two trucks
You n*ggas out here gon' do what?
Nothing but talk about it
You n*ggas ain't bout it, bout it
You see Bleek
J-I-G from the hat to sneaks
Dem them Jordans but what's important
You n*ggas scheming
I told y'all, I got my mind right
And my money right
I brought a new tech and believe my sh*t air right
The game n*gga love it, leave it
It ain't gon' change n*gga
From my hood to your hood
This sh*t the same n*gga
You see me hopping out
Coping that Bel-V
I ride for my family
f*ck could you tell me
It's ROC La Familia
No one down with us
No one ride with us
No one side with us
We came gunning
Busting f*ck it, it ain't nothing
I got mine now get yours
And n*gga stop frontin'
[Chorus]
Still these n*ggas hate me
But I sit back and laugh
I got cash, I play the back
And I be counting my math
And they will never play me
I got guns, I got ones, I got sons
I got n*ggas who could get that done
And still these n*ggas hate me
But I sit back and laugh
I got cash, I play the back
And I be counting my math
And they will never play me
I got guns, I got ones, I got sons
I got n*ggas who could get that done

[Verse 2]
Yo, ayo I get's it crunk with that pump
Or letting that pistol blow
n*ggas hate but I'm sticking this di*k down they b*tches throat
I hear them saying
He only sold half a mill
You know what I'm saying n*gga I spend half your deal
So go ahead with that dumb sh*t
I push tinted SUV's
Which is one b*tch
With that fifth in just one clip
My fans asking me Bleek, you dissing squads?
Ma, I'm dissing everyone
And everyone feel they involve
Whoever hating
Contemplating about my situations
Wanna know my moves
Wanna find out if a n*gga station
Wanna know the co'ds
Wanna know if I get low my company
Do I got chrome
n*gga don't compare me to Jay-Z
I pop my collar, hollar
All about the drama blowing scama
Pockets stay filled with that good marijuana
But you lames hating
Cause I'm in the lake on them Dayton's
Taking pictures, hitting switches
Pulling over bad b*tches
I'm laying right
My dogs stay they eating right
Guns looking right
And dog I bust them right
For that brick
For that check
For that coke
For that flow
Dog I let's them go
Set up shop and blow
[Chorus]
Still these n*ggas hate me
But I sit back and laugh
I got cash, I play the back
And I be counting my math
And they will never play me
I got guns, I got ones, I got sons
I got n*ggas who could get that done
And still these n*ggas hate me
But I sit back and laugh
I got cash, I play the back
And I be counting my math
And they will never play me
I got guns, I got ones, I got sons
I got n*ggas who could get that done