Played Yo Self - Darnbstoner

Tay Keith, this too hard (Tay Keith, this too hard) Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up I don't got a heart, but fuck it I'm paid Lil' A-B the body, he fresh out the cage I'm still the same nigga from minimum wage They tryna keep up, so they stalkin' my page They do what I say, they tryna get saved They line up for me like they coppin' the J's I told her get right, start acting your age, can't believe you tried it Bitch, you played Wanted a diamond choker, soon as our time was over Bitch, you played She wanna ride the Rover, told her her Uber was closer Bitch, you crazy She tried to show out in public, I cut the bitch off like it's nothin' Bitch, you played She must've thought I was stupid I knew she was fuckin' my cousin I don't got a cold, I'm sipping on Hi-Tech The Dusse, the yellow, I'm straight out the project The first nigga play with me, he got shot at A hunnid some shots flipped the car, that's a car wreck I really don't need to be speaking on it But fuck it, you know how it be when I get (what) High off the motherfucking medicals (up there) Get in the booth, and go federal (federal) They copying my style, I had to go get that (gimme that) That boy give my motherfucking shit back She wanna chill, but this ain't no kick back (hurr) Pass it to my teammate, I assist that Straight to the jet, then I'm gone (gone) Land in a new time zone (outta there) All the hoes press niggas, lookin' skressed They can't accept that I'm on I don't got a heart, but fuck it I'm paid Lil' A-B the body, he fresh out the cage I'm still the same nigga from minimum wage They tryna keep up, so they stalkin' my page They do what I say, they tryna get saved They line up for me like they coppin' the J's I told her get right, start acting your age, can't believe you tried it Bitch, you played Wanted a diamond choker, soon as our time was over Bitch, you played She wanna ride the Rover, told her her Uber was closer Bitch, you crazy (crazy) She tried to show out in public, I cut the bitch off like it's nothin' Bitch, you played (yeah) She must've thought I was stupid, I knew she was fuckin' my cousin Bitch, you played She out here wildin', tellin' her friends I'm buyin' her, flyin' her Bitch, you childin' I never mind 'em, I'm getting mine I'm one of the flyest, got no stylist Pop my shit, Rolls truck my driver Racks like books ain't been no college VS my teeth, I come through smilin' Brand new Lamb', we come through wildin' Couldn't get it up, now this shit just pilin' Everybody drip, turn the hood to a island Last name rich, first name notoriety That ain't my hit, can't claim that body That ain't my ho, damn sure ain't my side girl Wish I would take lil' ho shopping Soon as I do it it's foreign, I'm coppin' Still in the hood, I can never get cocky I don't got a heart, but fuck it I'm paid Lil' A-B the body, he fresh out the cage I'm still the same nigga from minimum wage They tryna keep up, so they stalkin' my page They do what I say, they tryna get saved They line up for me like they copping the J's I told her get right, start acting your age, can't believe you tried it Bitch, you played Wanted a diamond choker, soon as our time was over Bitch, you played She wanna ride the Rover, told her her Uber was closer Bitch, you crazy She tried to show out in public, I cut the bitch off like it's nothing Bitch, you played She must've thought I was stupid, I knew she was fuckin' my cousin Bitch, you played

Yeah, word is bond Das EFX in this, you know what I'm sayin'? Straight from the sewer, word is bond Yeah, yeah, ah, yeah We doing this with my nigga Where my nigga, Ice Cube in the motherfucker? Word is bond, yeah You better check yo' self before you wreck yo' self 'Cause I'm bad for your health I come real stealth Dropping bombs on your moms Fuck car alarms Doing foul crime, I'm that nigga wit' yo' Alpine Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got the indo No, I'm not a sucker sitting in a House of Pain And no, I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya Headbutt ya, you say you can't touch this And I wouldn't touch ya, in fact, motherfucker Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough, but don't call me Doughboy This ain't no fucking motion picture A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit'cha, and hit you Taking that yak to the neck, so you better run a check So come on and chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self Chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self Yeah, come on and check yo' self before you wreck yo' self 'Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health Mic-mic-microphone check (one, two! Check it!) Mic-mic-microphone check (one, two! Check it!) Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played 'Cause they bitchmade, pulling out a switchblade That's kinda trifle 'cause that's a knife, ho AK-47, Assault Rifle Hold the 50, I'm nifty, pow I got a new style (watch out now!) I hate motherfuckers claiming that they folding bank But steady talking shit in the holding tank First, you wanna step to me? Now your ass screaming for the deputy They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row Now they runnin' up in you slow You're gone, used to be the Don Juan (check that shit out) Now your name is just Twan Switchin', snappin', rollin' your eyes and neck You better run a check So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self Come on and check yo' self before you wrickity-wreck yo' self So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self 'Cause big dicks up yo' ass is bad for ya health Mic-mic-microphone check (one, two! Check it!) Mic-mic-microphone check (one, two! Check it!) If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate You coulda had a V8 Instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium (pow!) I got six and I'm aimin' 'em Will I shoot or keep you guessing? 'Cause fuck you and that shit you're stressing Bitch, get off the wood, you're no good There goes the neighborhood hooker (slut) Go ahead and keep your drawers Giving up the claps and who needs applause At a time like this, pop the coochie and you dead The bitch is a Miami Hurricane head Sprung, niggas call her 'Lips & Lungs' Nappy dugout, get the fuck out 'Cause women like you gets no respect Bitch, you better run a check So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self (yeah) Come on and check yo' self before you wrickity-wreck yo' self 'Cause bitches like you is bad for my health Mic-mic-microphone check (one, two! Check it!), come again, check it! Mic-mic-microphone check (one, two! Check it!), come again, check it! Chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self You better chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self I said check yo' self before you wrickity-wreck yo' self (check, check) Mic-microphone check Mic-microphone check (check it, one, two!) Mic-microphone check (one, two!) Mic-microphone check (check it, one, two, one, two!) Mic-microphone check (one, two!) Mic-microphone check (check it, one, two!, one, two!) Mic-microphone check (one, two) Mic-microphone (check yo' self Cube) (yeah)