Lola Brooke, Yung Miami and Latto - Don't Play With It [Remix]

(Violation)
Uh-uh-uh-uh
(Dizz, you violated)
Don't play with it, don't play with it, don't play with it
Don't play with it
Mwah, uh-huh

I just want a roughneck nigga on the tongue (big Gator)
He just want a semi-automatic with a drum (grrt, grrt, grrt)
Ask me if I'm finished, nah, bitch, I just begun
Nah, I ain't givin' out no 'nani to no nigga just for fun, are you dumb? (Uh-uh)
Runnin' man, I don't know no other man (run it up)
You fuck like a hunnid niggas just for hunnid bands (what?)
I don't even got me hunnid bands (shit)
I'm still gon' make me a hunnid M's with a hunnid plans
Gimme beso (mwah), extendo (grrah)
I carry bitches like I'm preggo (pop-pop, pop-pop)
Peter roll with nigga, call him Pedro (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Sucka nigga, should've knew it from the get-go (uh, yeah)

Don't play with it, don't play with it, don't play with it
Come on, baby, don't play with it (don't play with it, mwah)
Just lay in it (ooh), spend all day in it (uh-uh-uh-uh)
My hitters don't play with it, don't play with it, don't play with it (grr)
They stay with it (bah) (Big Latto)
I'm okay with it (yeah)
When it comes to me they don't play with it (yeah)

I just want a ten-piece, make it all flats
He just want a phone call or a text back
Never got touched but a bitch stay smacked
Why would I DM a nigga first when I'm the catch? (The fuck?)
Hunnid bands, fuck is a hunnid bands?
You fuck like a hunnid niggas, ain't got one man
You fuck like a hunnid niggas, ain't got one hit
Whole lotta mo'fuckas speaking on me that ain't done shit
Dropped a hunnid on a pennant, that shit big as Lola
They can't stand to see me winning so they blame payola
Big stoner, big choker, no mediocre
I ain't ever doing coke, I barely do the colas (uh, yeah)

Don't play with it, don't play with it, don't play with it
Come on, baby, don't play with it (Don't play with it, mwah)
Just lay in it (ooh), spend all day in it (uh-uh-uh-uh)
My hitters don't play with it, don't play with it, don't play with it (grr)
They stay with it (bah)
I'm okay with it (yeah)
When it comes to me they don't play with it (uh-Miami)

I'm on demon time takin' nigga souls (ho)
He in my DM say I'm pretty, bitch I know (bitch)
Hoes really messy, I'm rich nigga goals
He tell me ride it, treat his face like a rose
Uh-uh, get somebody else to do it (what?)
Posted in New York at Bottega like I'm Ewing
I taught you how to get 'em for the check, what we doing? (What we doin'?)
I ain't got a hunnid mil' but I got it once I flew in
If that dick don't come with money, I can't lay with it (can't lay with it)
He call me baby so it's two hunnid a K wit' it (a K wit' it)
Caresha single and sadiddy, he okay with it
No shade wit' it, no shade wit' it (uh, yeah)

Don't play with it, don't play with it, don't play with it
Come on, baby, don't play with it (don't play with it, mwah)
Just lay in it (ooh), spend all day in it (uh-uh-uh-uh)
My hitters don't play with it, don't play with it, don't play with it (grr)
They stay with it (bah)
I'm okay with it (yeah)
When it comes to me they don't play with it (mwah)

Written by:
Shyniece Thomas, Colin Daniel Murray, Deandre Sumpter, Jahdira Atkins, Kadir Naji Franklin

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