Play Wit Yo b*tch lyrics

[Intro]
(Zaytoven)
Woo
Ooh, that drank raw, yeah
Ayy, pass me a lighter, man
Yeah
Ayy, I'm in the booth right now, right?
And I look around and I finally realize
That I done turned myself to a motherf*ckin' self-made millionaire, you dig?
Everybody love me except for one group of b*tch-ass n*ggas
Ayy, don't play with me, play with your b*tch, let's go

[Verse]
Don't play with me (Don't do that), play with your b*tch (Play with your b*tch)
Young n*gga on some multi-million dollar sh*t (It's Dolph)
Fur coat, half a million worth of ice on (It's Dolph)
I'm lit up like a n*gga cut the Christmas lights on (I'm shinin')
Why the f*ck do you be so fresh, Dolph? (Swag)
Why you keep your foot on these n*ggas' neck, Dolph? (Woo)
'Cause we at the top, but we really from the bottom (Bottom)
Tell that pus*y f*ck him and that's how I feel about him
Heard your intro your last two mixtapes (Both of 'em)
I hear you slick dissin', but that sh*t lame (That sh*t weak)
All that make believe rappin' about cocaine (The f*ck outta here)
Don't play with me, Ho Gotti, you a ho, man, ayy
You went from my biggest fan to my biggest hater (Facts)
Beggin' me to sign with you, but I had too much paper (Facts)
Still that same n*gga that used to front your big brother (Facts)
Found out he a b*tch too, now I call him your big sister (b*tch)
You still that same n*gga that was beefin' with a dyke (But you a gangster, though?)
I cannot take you serious, aight (Hah)
They said them pus*y n*ggas on your team iron your drawers (What?)
They say you make them pus*y-ass n*ggas call you boss (Hell nah)
But they can't call you king (Why?), because that's Dolph (Ayy)
I can't drink all that two liter (Why?), because that's raw (Pour up)
The streets ours (Empire)
That new 488 came with a lot of power (Skrrt)
My lil' n*ggas beggin' to let them send some scattered showers (Uh-huh)
Don't play with me (Don't play with me), play with your b*tch (Play with your b*tch)
Matter fact, when I f*cked her, she told me you a b*tch (For real)
And tell that old n*gga from my hood with you that he a b*tch (He don't get away)
You make the city look bad, that's the truth (Damn, man)
f*ck n*gga, I be in North Memphis more than you (Haha)
I shot my first twenty videos in my hood (Trap)
You a pus*y, I heard they never see you in your hood (Hey, hey, hey)
n*gga, quit playin' (Stop)
Ten M's up, what the f*ck? I'm just sayin' (Ayy)
Oh, you must be mad 'cause they call Memphis Dolphland (Hah)
I'm at the Super Bowl, my money on the Falcons
Ayy, you big-head motherf*cker, why you hatin' so much?
Oh, I forgot you came up rappin' dissin' Three 6 Mafia (pus*y)
Stop slick dissin' and dodgin' me, n*gga, let's get it poppin' (What's poppin'?)
Ol' pus*y-ass n*gga (Yeah, yeah)
Ol' puss- ass n*gga (Yeah)
Was talkin' 'bout me in your song "Pride To The Side" (Damn)
Found my number in her phone and it hurt your pride (I'm sorry, bruh)
Hahahaha (Hah), yeah
You found my number in her phone and it hurt your pride (Ayy)
When they hear this sh*t, they gon' play it five times
Got a lot of foreign cars that I get too high to drive (Uh-huh)
Don't play with me (Don't do that), play with your b*tch (Play with your b*tch)
Don't play with me (Nah), play with your b*tch
[Outro]
So
So I told myself a long time ago, right?
I said, "I ain't gon', I, I, I ain't gon' expose this pus*y-ass n*gga, man"
'Cause we from the same city
You know, and your whole pus*y-ass team know, n*gga
I've been sparin' your b*tch ass for the past five years, n*gga
You know that sh*t, man, come on, man
CM who?
CMF
The Cocaine Musik Faggots, hah
I know, you know
The whole motherf*ckin' city know
You's a b*tch
Don't play with me, man, play with your b*tch
This ain't what you want
I'm the same lil' n*gga, bro, that was helping your big pus*y-ass brother put food on his table when you wasn't f*cking with him, bro
Put it like this, ayy, yo
You was ridin' in the city beefin' with a dyke, my n*gga
I don't know no gangsters that beef with motherf*ckin' dykes, my n*gga
That motherf*ckin' song, that, "Touchdown," "Reloaded"
All that sh*t, whatever the f*ck it was, n*gga
n*gga, you was talkin' 'bout a dyke, n*gga
n*gga, you was beefin' with a dyke out there in North Memphis where you from, n*gga
n*gga, you a b*tch, n*gga
Ho Gotti, I'm disappointed in you, man
Stay in your place, homie, you know what's up with me
Tell your fat-ass big brother, man, I said he a b*tch too
Matter fact, your big sister
Tell your fat-ass big sister that I said he a b*tch too, haha, haha
You know what I mean?
Ayy, you's a b*tch, n*gga
The whole city know that
Streets know that
Stay out my way, f*ck n*gga
Ayy
Young n*gga, self-made
Rich sh*t, fast cars, fast b*tches
Yeah