Play Wit Us lyrics

[Intro]
Them n*ggas ain't gon’ f*ck with us
b*tch, name a n*gga play with us
You know we kept them K's with us
Shout out to Lil Rippah for makin' this beat

[Verse 1]
Smokin’ dope with my hitter, plottin' on the next one
He said, "All behind Youngboy, I'm gon' stretch somthin'"
I told him, "All behind that check, you better wet somethin'"
We swervin' with them thang, it's back to back until you n*ggas bleed
I don’t know nothin’ but 4KTrey, I'm tryna t-shirt the b*tch
So I can’t trust my own n*ggas, that's how deep this sh*t get
I'm screamin' death before dishonor and I stuck with the sh*t
But now you crossed me, I’m so slimy, got no love for a b*tch
The feds came and got Tekashi, I been thinkin' that I'm next
I'm screamin' murder 'bout my n*gga and now I'm gettin' that off my chest
One scary b*tch that I ain't get and I ain't stoppin' 'til he stretched
b*tch you fumblin' through yo' sh*t and send bullets through yo' neck
In the club screamin' out, "Who want it?" Fill my pocket with bodies
I got them pounds on the couch, the chopper right by the faucet
I just got 80 for a show, street n*ggas spent the deposit
Plus I spent 50 for a jet, b*tch, I ain't trippin', I got it

[Chorus]
I'm steady drawin' blood for blood like catch this slug
Them n*ggas shouldn't have played with us, uh-uh, uh
Foolio let that hammer bust, slip one time and you bite the dust
That's when you n*ggas die (b*tch ass n*gga)
Guns in retaliation, ask me what to make, I say, "A body"
Them drugs bring it out and I can't hide it
Tryna link me to some sh*t, I told 'em I don't know about it
b*tch, I'm bangin' 4KTrey, they all gon' lay, we swing that chopper
[Verse 2]
They talk the sh*t, but they just better keep they head on
You play, you die, but on this side, we call it "dead wrong"
I'm sendin' prayers to the sky, my n*gga dead and gone
So I be aimin' at yo' noggin' 'til yo' head blown
After me, police tryna cuff me 'cause I run the streets
It's double G, shoot a n*gga up, you ain't gon' f*ck with me
It's up with me, face on a T, ain't stoppin' 'til they all deceased
I throw them 3s, I bang them Bs
I wiped his nose, the b*tch ain't sneeze
I tote a Glock, they tote a Baretta, plus this b*tch a 9
Uh, this happen every time
Yeah, they shoulda known he slime
Talkin' out his top, this pus*y b*tch done must have lost his mind
Caught up in that fire (b*tch), wish you never tried
Strap them Ks now, fiendin' for blood, nobody want play now
You get shot in yo' face, huh
Them young n*ggas wild, ain't nobody safe now
Montana been two times, caught a body at the same time, up the rate, huh
Gutter sound like drum line, and this one for Ben, man
It's okay now

[Chorus]
Guns in retaliation, ask me what to make, I say, "A body"
Them drugs bring it out and I can't hide it
Tryna link me to some sh*t, I told 'em I don't know about it
b*tch, I'm bangin' 4KTrey, they all gon' lay, we swing that chopper
I'm steady drawin' blood for blood like catch this slug
Them n*ggas shouldn't have played with us, uh-uh, uh
Foolio let that hammer bust, slip one time and you bite the dust
That's when you n*ggas die (Dead, you can't say sh*t)