Playmakers lyrics

[Intro: AK Epic]
Green Gang
b*tch

[Verse 1: AK Epic]
You a b*tch prolly snitch
This ain't what you want
We got some straps riding thick
More work in the trunk
I'm smoking blunts with yo' b*tch
Damn right I'm gon' f*ck
I tell a hater eat a di*k
I don't give no f*cks
Hit a lick and now I'm up
Po'd a fo' and now I'm stuck
Like Milwaukee, 'bout them Bucks
Ain't no n*gga I can't trust
Put that pistol to yo' face
I'm with Eddy, gonna Bake
I ain't have none so I took
Got the pounds and then I shook
Now you f*cking with the crook
All my n*ggas getting booked
We can't let em' off the hook
Yeah, my plug is more of cook
b*tch, I'm really in the game
Different city, switching lanes
I'm like Django off the chain
In the streets I take the blame
In my hood, no, I can't change
All we really know is game
Hit that omen, then he sang
I stay down, we not the same
I'm a beast you cannot tame
If you pus*y you can't hang
Smoking Kush to keep me sane
I'm a menace, call me Kane
[Chorus: Eddy Baker]
Wake up in the morning and I'm making a fade
b*tch, I'm good in my hood I be calling them plays
Lil' n*gga think he hiding, but we know where he stay
If it ain't about the money, get up outta my face
Wake up in the morning and I'm making a fade
b*tch, I'm good in my hood I be calling them plays
Lil' n*gga think he hiding, but we know where he stay
If it ain't about the money, get up outta my face

[Verse 2: Eddy Baker]
Alright
I'm a young thug, all my n*ggas is reckless
I'm 'bout to bring 'em dumb like a f*cking professor
Got grams in the cabinet, keep pills in the dresser
f*ck around with me I'll put your ass in the presser
Laser on me like I'm one of the Jetsons
Shootouts with me, it's gon' be like a western
You can get your ass beat down like a step-son
Wanna learn Kung-Fu, I'll give you a lesson
I'm gon' get the cheese, that's an early projection
I'm a dope boy, b*tch, respect the profession
Trapping like a fool, plus I'm eating the best, man
I'm a f*cking fool, not no pus*y, don't test it
Dirty money in my shoebox, you can check it
Try to rob with me, then you'll leave my house headless
Rappers with me also kick it with felons
Try to play me I'ma bust yo' damn melon
[Chorus: Eddy Baker]
Wake up in the morning and I'm making a fade
b*tch, I'm good in my hood I be calling them plays
Lil' n*gga think he hiding, but we know where he stay
If it ain't about the money, get up outta my face
Wake up in the morning and I'm making a fade
b*tch, I'm good in my hood I be calling them plays
Lil' n*gga think he hiding, but we know where he stay
If it ain't about the money, get up outta my face