B Jet - Don't Play

Aye Zoe, I really went dumb on this shit nigga
YESSIR!
Foreal foreal
Wassup
Yeah
I wrote this shit for the niggas who doubted me
This for the bitches who left me on read
RIP Paul (Pussy) RIP Julius (BITCH)
Cuz if you ask me, you niggas are dead
Middle finger get erect for a cop
Plus my glizzy smell the bitch in a opp
I fear no man, what the fuck you did thought
Won't believe you til my body in chalk
Everyday challenge me mentally, I been drinking on nun but tequila
Heating up, give the rap game a fever
Bob yo head like you having a seizure
Kicking flavor like I'm playing fifa
Solo dolo like I'm an amoeba
Taking off, you would thought I was cheetah
They was doubting but now they believing
Back then she didn't want me, now she want me to beat them cheeks
Now her pussy comatose, and she been begging for my meat
Ion got time, fuck off my line
Honestly niggas is worse than these bitches
How the fuck you ain't contribute to shit
But your hand out and you fixing your lips
Asking for shit
Nigga you bitch, nigga you pussy, nigga you trash
My biggest fear is just coming in last
In other words I had to get off my ass
Wasting my time, then I'm liable to spazz
The motto, I don't give a fuck bout no bitch
Promised my niggas I will never switch
Play with the fam then I'll dig you a ditch, so don't
Don't play with me, don't play
Don't play with me, don't play
Ion give fuck. Specially not bout no bitch
Keep this shit 100, opposite of counterfeit
Ion give fuck. Specially not bout no bitch
Keep this shit 100, opposite of counterfeit
Say Fuck these hoes, let get money
Say Fuck these hoes, let get money
MP I'm finna go dumb
Future brighter supernova of sun
They playing like I ain't really the one
My flow'll hit you like a stray to the face
Different struggles every day
I can't lie I got a lot on my brain
My mama crying prolly the only thing
That keep me from breaking ya muhfuckin' neck
Incredible hulk, please don't make me upset
I'm flowing my nigga. I'll rhyme you a river
All of this liquor is killing my liver
You can have her. I already done hit her
My flow is better than the blue bag of skittles
Kobe Bryant in the clutch, ima killer
You ain't gone ride? Then you can't be my nigga
Real recognize real, you ain't looking familiar
Middle of summer I'm cold as the winter
Promise my name you'll remember
Won't fall like the month of September
I'm high as the city of Denver
Score the bucket, step over my defender
Getting money only thing my agenda
Getting money seems to be your dilemma
If I said it, then I swear that I meant it
If I said it, then i swear that I live it

Written by:
Bryce Adair

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