Playful - Quin Nfn

Hold on

I’m really playin', dawg

Ayy, gang, hold on, gang

A lot of niggas on some fake shit

Go tell them niggas I’m the last one to play with

I’m serving dick inside the tender, you gon' lay wit' it

And I ain’t never changing up, I’m on the same shit

My bitch mad at me, fuck it, I’ma pay for the bitch

Remember back inside the trenches I’d pray for a lick?

Lots of times, I tried to quit, but I was made for this shit

I ran it up, I bought my lonely, I was taking a risk

Want a show?

Send that ticket, get a bag first

Ass out for thirty minutes, made her back hurt

Come with less than two bands and get a bad verse

My youngin' askin' shit later, he gon' crash first

I see you cuffin' that lil' bitch, that whole crew fuck her

Somebody call Ella Mai, this nigga booed up

She need a bandage on the cat 'cause it get bruised up

Jump in the water with them sharks, he gon' get chewed up

And they know I’m hearin' first about my currency, bitch

Lil' bro gon' come and get 'em fast, some emergency shit

Your partner gone and you ain’t write him, boy, I heard he was sick

Quit acting boujee, ho, like you ain’t ever heard of me, bitch

Hold on, I’m still low, just imagine

Pac, we hit 'em up, bitches tucked like a napkin

I was in the cut fresh as fuck, now I’m rappin'

Givenchy under where I’m tryna fuck, hood fashion

Roll a Wood and Gelaty, got the whole car smellin'

Partner tryna diss, I got him pissed, R. Kelly

I know she finna chew, I’ma scoop, jar jelly

Ride through the block, we leave the whole car deadly

Ayy, hold on, she gon' fuck for them blue strips

I know a lot of street niggas with some loose lips

And I can’t go against the code 'cause I’m too still

A couple hoes inside the crib, that’s a few lips

He in all black lurkin' when the moon up

Choppa shakin' like this bitch need a tune-up

Bitches tryna give me noggin like a crew cut

She can’t stand me talking, bitch, then put your shoes up

Hold on