Hood Baby Will B - Play Ball

C.O.A E.B.K

Niggas know we don't play
C.O.A. E.B.K
C.O.A. E.B.K


Where the hoes at ? Let's get neaky, like
Roll up the Za no G.G
Henny, Tron, she acting treashy

Off the liquor, she tryna eat me
She do that hip shit, she gettin' freaky
What I jack? , M&M Beezly
Her nigga wack, he wanna be me

The demon is back
Ain't no more free me
Fresh out on bail, got niggas hiding
Tucking they tail

Free the guys, we was givin' em hell
Im with B lotti, he wishin' em well
Move wock get put on a scale
W's up, I ain't takin' no L's

Can't leave a witness, cause niggas
will tell
We throwin' bullets, this ain't NFL
We throwin' bullets
Spin through the SHHH , I'm lookin' for Old heads

Spot me a opp it's a code red
Me and bro bend through on a moped
I'm on they block, they got me so fed
Aim for his top, knock off his whole head

He tryna run, shoot him in both legs
Them niggas broke, they ain't got no bread
Bitch, I'm a buggout, like I ain't take no meds
Lukey, Lotto, Sheek, Steam em

I don't know how Q money still breathing
Bitch, ain't no more free humble demon
I'm with the clickers, still plottin' and scheming
Blitz em, Blitz em gon up for no reason

Told him to chill, cause he really be tweakin'
Like, free all the woks in the beacon
Free KD, that's really my demon like
Like this shit get wicked

Everything could change up in a minute
The D.A tryna give the gang double digits
They forget about you, thinking you finished
Say they love you, but they ain't come visit

Now that's really showin' love from a distance
If you see me, nigga, better start clickin'
Cause if I see you, you might go missin'
Like, I'm back out on the block, still movin' oppy

Free Rose, Poppa and Jah B
Free Kaydoe, Twin and free Ty P
You might catch a shot, tryna box me, like
I keep it on me, I ain't tryna box

No, we ain't fightin', I don't do karate
Up late night, clutchin' on my knock
Keep havin' dreams, blowing trial for the.. shhh
They askin' questions, no habla ingles

I don't know nothin', all I know is click
New opp in the air, cross him off the list
Just another nigga up in the spliff, like
I still be plottin', schemin', still be fightin' demons

Tryna find me a way to get rich
I still be findin' reasons to look up to Jesus
But this world it be makin' me sick
Like, fuck everybody and they feelings

Cause they at your side when you winnin'
But when it get tough, they start dippin'
Out of sight, out of mind, they start forgettin'
But I'm still on the grind, puttin' bullshit behind me

I can't waste no time reminiscin'
But it's still no more lobbies, still free Jah
And that's on the guys I ain't switchin'

Written by:
William DeLong

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