Lil Barz - We Don't Play

What's crackin'?
What them pussies sayin'?
What they sayin? (What they sayin' cuz?)
What they sayin?
I catch a body, beat the case
Put some hollow tips up in his face
They start runnin' when they see them rakes
Cookin' up this ain't no Easy Bake
You best stop playin' bout them Yanks
We from the North, move out the way
Before you get hit with this K
This NNC, cuz, we don't play
Said we don't play, this NNC
What the fuck he said to me?
Sent his ass to God, ain't had to hear the reverend speak
Told him he a bitch before I shot him, 'cause he spoke on me
Wet that pussy block up, I might catch a 1st degree
I got this big Glock on me, the fuck I need a lemon squeeze?
18 on the writing, and dawg, I ain't even 17
I ain't finna spell it out, cause bitch, this ain't no spelling bee
If the homies tell on me I swear I'll catch a felony
I know them bitches talkin' shit, but I swear that it's jealousy
My bitch, she got lots of cake, but her name is not Melanie
10 holes in his chest, but homie, there is not a shell in me
We was cookin' in the trap but we ain't need no recipe
You ain't neva taught me shit, so why the fuck you testin' me?
I know that they hatin' but it never get the best of me
My bitch give me potions, homie, she might cast a spell on me
Caught a opp outside the store, he green just like some celery
I got me some shit for sale, not Bizzy, but it's what you need
Dracos, Glocks, Uzis, Rugers, snipers, and AR-15s
Since young, I been a hustler, 11 slangin' bales of weed
They tried to leave me in the dark but laser sights done let me see
I pulled up on him with the beam, I shot him, then I left the scene
Close that bitches casket, like the album, he can't rest in peace
I'm sorry, I can't help it, I got homicidal tendencies
Sorry if I talk too much, I'm crazy when I'm off the lean
I catch a body, beat the case
Put some hollow tips up in his face
They start runnin' when they see them rakes
Cookin' up this ain't no Easy Bake
You best stop playin' bout them Yanks
We from the North, move out the way
Before you get hit with this K
This NNC, cuz, we don't play
I catch a body, beat the case
Put some hollow tips up in his face
They start runnin' when they see them rakes
Cookin' up this ain't no Easy Bake
You best stop playin' bout them Yanks
We from the North, move out the way
Before you get hit with this K
This NNC, cuz, we don't play

Written by:
Bryan Russell, Dash Foe

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