The Lil People, Weasel Sims, Jae Haze - Playas Meet (feat. Mic Terror)

Heyyy
It’s a treat wen playas meet
It was a good morning
I sold a quarter key
Then taught my daughter her abc’s
Ironically
I’m dodging alphabet boys
From A to Z
If I gotta go on the run
Meet Bari out in Az
Real niggas winning
That’s just something them people gone hate to see
Ain’t no hate in me
Pockets caked up smelling like the bakery
Took L’s but can’t lose
Whole crews got they stake in me
You can bet yo last two’s and fews
Yo paper safe wit me
Even my old boo’s
Still got faith me
You know my wifey ain’t going for it
Main reason i Ignore em for it
Plus I’m going forward
Take the good wit the bad
And enjoy the moments
I’m who Opponents hate to see
Still keep it on me, I ain’t tough wit talk
Players only in my circle you ain’t cut from cloth
I’m Tucked off quietly stuffing bucks in a vault
Somersault/
Flip this shit up/im Jessie white
Pyrex, off white/
Fear of God And some Yeezy’s on
High end street fashion that’s black owned
Real ass niggas nobodies a nobody
Black don’t crack unless it’s coke involved
Black don’t crack unless it’s coked involved
When it’s a gun in yo face what’s the protocol
Set it off
hmm
Bitch
It’s a treat wen playas meet
Uh
Its a treat when playas meet
Thats it
Yessir
Uh
It’s such a treat when playas meet
Willie wonka factory
Sweet
My faculty Cause cavities
Making it hard to eat
Toothaches really I’m two face
Actually
Playa symbol light up the sky
Like its Batman’s
Who you think you robbin
Nigga don’t catch a slug to yo cavity
Ugh
Squad a terror shout out to mike tho
It’s a new era with this music
And I’m the miestro
Oh you heard
Through the grapevine
That i had a nice flow
Kicking this shit like a punter
Could kill for several summers
Facts
Ugh I’m who they hate to see
RAN that’s my agency
Gettin this dough like the bakery
And we still cookin
Niggas said This ain’t belong to me
And i still took it
Fucka
Ran nation is a army
Better yet the navy
You crazy
Don’t try to play me
Don’t fuck with hazie
It’s up there
Mouth writing checks that you can’t cash
Now you stuck there
Ugh
Shouldn't of fucked with the streets
Shoulda kept yo ass up in sidewalk university
Whoo
Where the bustas be
Whoo
It’s a treat when playas meet
It's the opps
It's a treat when playas meet
You couldn't walk two feet in my number eight Jordan's
I'm a business man but I ain't corporate
Every night tasting menu with the eight courses
And the price tag ain't important
You ain't got a gun I ain't got to pay for it
I'll break your bones like a skate boarder
Or stick a switch blade through your aorta
Yeah
In that order
I'm big pimpin on the internet
All my hoes got an only fans
I shot this swole nigga in the neck
He said he want to box only hands
Hit every logo on your polo
I knock the jockey off the horse
I Turn a opp to a corpse
Get touched like uncle Charles on the porch
Yea
Muthafucka
Its a treat when playas meet
Uh
Its a treat when playas meet
Thats it

Written by:
JABARI NEWTON, JEREMY KINSEY, MICHAEL THOMPSON, RUFUS SIMS

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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