Conway the Machine

"Play Around"

[Intro: Conway the Machine & Allan Kingdom]
Yeah
Statik Selektah
You know what's up, n*gga
We really don't play around

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look, the yay on the stove, my n*gga
Need new batteries for my scale, we be weighin' them O's, my n*gga
Shooters sniffin' filthy just to stay on his toes, my n*gga
Fifty round sticks, n*ggas sprayin' with those, my n*gga (Brrr)
I got hit in my throat
Face twisted up but I'm still sick with the flow (Hah)
You n*ggas sick as me? No, you n*ggas sick of me, I know
But you b*tch n*ggas know you get your sh*t split if you approach
n*gga I'm GOAT, Grimiest Of All Time when I spitted this dope
Payed a grip for the coat (Ooh) the slippers is four
Ride with a stick in the Ghost, but even when I was broke
The Smith & was close, n*ggas was gеttin' smoked
Hit the back of your head, I'ma lift it with thе toast (Uh-huh)
I got hit in the back of my head but n*gga I'm still afloat (Ha)
The Machine n*gga, the light green, n*gga
I send my youngin' through there to do a sting, n*gga (Brrr, grrah)

[Chorus: Allan Kingdom]
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down
Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound
Everybody lose if anybody stay around
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down
Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound
Everybody lose if anybody stay around
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