Play With Us - Tomali

Them niggas ain't gon' fuck with us Bitch, name a nigga play with us You know we kept them K's with us Shout out to Lil Rippah for making this beat Smoking dope with my hitter, plotting on the next one He said: All behind Youngboy, I'm gon' stretch something I told him: All behind that check, you better wet something We swerving with them thang, it's back to back until you niggas bleed I don't know nothin' but 4KTrey, I'm tryna t-shirt the bitch So I can't trust my own niggas, that's how deep this shit get I'm screaming death before dishonor and I stuck with the shit But now you crossed me, I'm so slimey, got no love for a bitch The feds came and got Tekashi, I been thinkinf that I'm next I'm screaming murder 'bout my nigga and now I'm getting that off my chest One scary bitch that I ain't get and I ain't stoppin' 'til he stretched Bitch you fumbling through yo' shit and send bullets through yo' neck In the club screaming 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 niggas spent the deposit Plus I spent 50 for a jet, bitch, I ain't tripping, I got it I'm steady drawing blood for blood like catch this slug Them niggas 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 niggas die (Bitch ass nigga) 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 shit, I told 'em I don't know about it Bitch, I'm bangin' 4KTrey, they all gon' lay, we swing that chopper They talk the shit, but they just better keep they head on You play, you die, but on this side, we call it "dead wrong" I'm sending prayers to the sky, my nigga dead and gone So I be aiming at yo' noggin' 'til yo' head blown After me, police tryna cuff me 'cause I run the streets It's double G, shoot a nigga up, you ain't gon' fuck with me It's up with me, face on a T, ain't stopping 'til they all deceased I throw them 3s, I bang them Bs I wiped his nose, the bitch ain't sneeze I tote a Glock, they tote a Baretta, plus this bitch a 9 Uh, this happen every time Yeah, they shoulda known he slime Talkin' out his top, this pussy bitch done must have lost his mind Caught up in that fire (Bitch), wish you never tried Strap them Ks now, fiending for blood, nobody want play now You get shot in yo' face, huh Them young niggas 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 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 shit, I told 'em I don't know about it Bitch, I'm bangin' 4KTrey, they all gon' lay, we swing that chopper I'm steady drawin' blood for blood like catch this slug Them niggas 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 niggas die (Dead, you can't say shit)

Nigga with a bag, that's why them older niggas hated him Know that ain't he goin', he'll crack a nigga cranium Bigger than a mob, can't be touched, titanium Gang goin' harder, dare a nigga to come and play with us Stripper bitches mad 'cause I fucked her friend at stadium Bitch know she done lost her whole life 'Cause she ain't stay with us Niggas know they'll lose they whole life if they play with us Niggas know they'll lose they life if they play with us Niggas know they be super goofy, they can't hang with us She live for show, I just bought Chanel because she pigeon-toed Pinky rose, I ain't talkin' champagne but they live for sure Old days, we was havin' shootouts up in broad day Hallways, mamas kick us out, that was always Street shit, streets want anyone our age Bro was found guilty with fourteen, boy them dog days I know a rich nigga that'll kill you for some Balmains Last nigga, say fuck my guys, now they all dead I done got my bitch super pregnant, got 'em all mad My guys fuck with your guys, then it's mob ties Met a bougie bitch, said she ain't going, I took her to Popeyes Why lie? She ain't pull her pants down, bye-bye Why lie? I got six kids, I'm a da-da Ride in that McLaren, when I see 'em, I'ma drive by And you not my family, you ain't around me, on God, God No, no, no, no, no When you smoking on exotic, you need top notch Shout WorldStar, on the come up, gave me top box No, no Niggas know they lyin', they say they got opps Nigga with a bag, that's why them older niggas hated him Know that ain't he goin', he'll crack a nigga cranium Bigger than a mob, can't be touched, titanium Gang goin' harder, dare a nigga to come and play with us Stripper bitches mad 'cause I fucked her friend at stadium Bitch know she done lost her whole life 'cause she ain't stay with us Niggas know they'll lose they whole life if they play with us Niggas know they'll lose they life if they play with us Took my last thirty shams, I bought a gram and got back in it Always fallin' off in the mall, flexin' for the bitches OG Boobie, top lieutenant, look him dead in his eyes BreadWinner homicide, and now we on the rise Foreign car pull in, oriental headlights Starving in the trenches, one day we'll be just fine I was gettin' them in high school, only rule is don't lie to me See the belt, I'm a fly shooter, send the addy, I'll fly to it Pourin' up the lean, droppin' bracelets in the cup All this ice, I'ma die for it All I ever wanted was a whip and to ride Forgis Big booty bitch lounge around while we loud blowin' Pen bump the hip and I'ma still be around for it Nigga with a bag, that's why them older niggas hated him Know that ain't he goin', he'll crack a nigga cranium Bigger than a mob, can't be touched, titanium Gang goin' harder, dare a nigga to come and play with us Stripper bitches mad 'cause I fucked her friend at stadium Bitch know she done lost her whole life 'Cause she ain't stay with us Niggas know they'll lose they whole life if they play with us Niggas know they'll lose they life if they play with us And I scream "I'm from the Lam'," I gotta let 'em know He told on the whole mob, that's why they let him go He first got locked up, ain't sent money, I sent letters though My big bro had the D-line locked, it was in a finger four He was on that block, you know what's up, what we did for Mo Go fuck on me then fuck my mans, I don't get these hoes Booka said he catch that bag, he gon' get D Rose I ain't gon' lie, I tricked off once, I bought some Jimmy Choo's Knew I was a star, dropped that song, I got some good reviews Ain't gon' say her name but The bitch had bust me down for Fendi boots And that nigga you callin' your big bro, I seen him gettin' hoed Every time we come through swaggin', they wanna be us Bitches always put they head down like they don't see us They in the back of the plane, seat 27, had to key us He don't know how to work no gun He say it jammed but it was de-cocked Nigga with a bag, that's why them older niggas hated him Know that ain't he goin', he'll crack a nigga cranium Bigger than a mob, can't be touched, titanium Gang goin' harder, dare a nigga to come and play with us Stripper bitches mad 'cause I fucked her friend at stadium Bitch know she done lost her whole life 'Cause she ain't stay with us Niggas know they'll lose they whole life if they play with us Niggas know they'll lose they life if they play with us