Play It How It Go (feat. Young Bleed) - Kevin Gates

Wheezy outta here Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo Ooh-woo, I done fucked the crew Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin' I done did the jackin', now I'm full rappin' I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch Had to wear the dress 'cause I had a stick You know where the bag at, tell me where it is I came from rags to riches, I'm the shit I can no longer disguise it, bitch, 'cause I'm rich I got cars galore, lil' bitch, 'cause I'm rich I escaped everyone on the list 'cause I am supposed to be rich I don't care 'bout no cop, I'm tellin' you just how it is Put it in a Uber, send it to a shooter Ask me how they do it, kickin' shit, Ryu, Ken Put it in a cab, send it to a Arab Hit 'em with the MAC now, now his whole body scabbed Cash on the delivery (Ayy) G.O.A.T. talk of the century (Oh) No time for gibberish, all the critics hearin' this All the bitches lipstick, and her pussy slippery I can call a troop, go by the name of Duke Kidnap a kangaroo, I can send a moose (Woo) Niggas stole a chain, but I ain't worried, fool I'ma keep on spinnin' 'til they tell me who Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo Ooh-woo, I done fucked the crew Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin' I done did the jackin', now I'm full rappin' I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch Had to wear the dress 'cause I had a stick You know where the bag at, tell me where it is I came from rags to riches, I'm the shit I can no longer disguise it, bitch, 'cause I'm rich I got cars galore, lil' bitch, 'cause I'm rich I escaped everyone on the list 'cause I was supposed to be rich I don't care 'bout no cop, I'm tellin' you just how it is I don't gotta throw you shit like Kaepernick, nah I got seven bitches with me, Kaepernick Yeah, R.I.P. Nipsey, I can tell you how they get rich I can tell you how to die or how to live in this bitch I can tell you how to talk the most impeccable shit I can show you how to walk like you got decimals, bitch Show you how I can get the top from all the top ten bitches I got white Adderalls and I have amoxicillin I got lights on, baby, I got moths in this bitch No fly zone, caught you like you're mouse in this bitch Growin' tycoon and I took some losses, you bitch I'm a boss, but I don't like to take a Loss in this bitch (Wheezy outta here) Such a player but I cake and cuddle all of my bitches I got layers, I got millions, I got all type of buildings Fuck around and air the pussy nigga out like linen Last nigga tried me, almost got popped in Lenox Ask the cops, ask the detectives, they know all the business Ask the cops and the detectives, all the jury districts Ask the kids at school who ambitious, all the missions Gave the lawyer close to two mil', he handle all the killings I don't know when and I don't wanna know who 'flodged Bentley's I don't know what's goin' bro, I think they all spillin' We don't speak 'bout shit on wax, it's all mob business We known to kill the biggest cats of all kitties Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo Ooh-woo, I done fucked the crew Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin' I done did the jackin', now I'm full rappin' I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch Had to wear the dress 'cause I had a stick You know where the bag at, tell me where it is I came from rags to riches, I'm the shit I can no longer disguise it, bitch, 'cause I'm rich I got cars galore, lil' bitch, 'cause I'm rich I escaped everyone on the list 'cause I was supposed to be rich I don't care 'bout no cop, I'm tellin' you just how it is

Some things never change Never switch on gang On a plane shit I wake up in a different state Shit ain't same Since you left my heart been cold like space Plane Jane Gotta flood my roley face Eating great like a fat kid like to my face Skinny with the racks like to stuff my safe I can't trust hoes niggas I can't trust your mans Niggas ask for handouts like father stretch my hands Gotta keep it on me Reminiscing how a nigga got the reaper on me Niggas round fake yea them fucking niggas phony Cooling on me say she love me but a nigga lonely Stuck up in my ways Stuck up in my ways Some things never change Some things never change Pop the xannies sip the lean I'm tryna hide the pain In the Bentley switching lanes hockey ice the chain Stuck up in my ways Stuck up in my ways Some things never change Some things never change Pop the xannies sip the lean I'm tryna hide the pain In the Bentley switching lanes hockey ice the chain Gates