Playful lyrics

[Intro]
Hold on
I'm really playin', dawg
Ayy, gang, hold on, gang

[Verse]
A lot of n*ggas on some fake sh*t
Go tell them n*ggas I'm the last one to play with
I'm serving di*k inside the tender, you gon' lay wit' it
And I ain't never changing up, I'm on the same sh*t
My b*tch mad at me, f*ck it, I'ma pay for the b*tch
Remember back inside the trenches I'd pray for a lick?
Lots of times, I tried to quit, but I was made for this sh*t
I ran it up, I bought my lonely, I was taking a risk
Want a show? Send that ticket, get a bag first
Ass out for thirty minutes, made her back hurt
Come with less than two bands and get a bad verse
My youngin' askin' sh*t later, he gon' crash first
I see you cuffin' that lil' b*tch, that whole crew f*ck her
Somebody call Ella Mai, this n*gga booed up
She need a bandage on the cat 'cause it get bruised up
Jump in the water with them sharks, he gon' get chewed up
And they know I'm hearin' first about my currency, b*tch
Lil' bro gon' come and get 'em fast, some emergency sh*t
Your partner gone and you ain't write him, boy, I heard he was sick
Quit acting boujee, ho, like you ain't ever heard of me, b*tch
Hold on, I'm still low, just imagine
Pac, we hit 'em up, b*tches tucked like a napkin
I was in the cut fresh as f*ck, now I'm rappin'
Givenchy under where I'm tryna f*ck, hood fashion
Roll a Wood and Gelaty, got the whole car smellin'
Partner tryna diss, I got him p*ssed, R. Kelly
I know she finna chew, I'ma scoop, jar jelly
Ride through the block, we leave the whole car deadly
Ayy, hold on, she gon' f*ck for them blue strips
I know a lot of street n*ggas with some loose lips
And I can't go against the code 'cause I'm too still
A couple hoes inside the crib, that's a few lips
He in all black lurkin' when the moon up
Choppa shakin' like this b*tch need a tune-up
b*tches tryna give me noggin like a crew cut
She can't stand me talking, b*tch, then put your shoes up
[Outro]
Hold on