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That boy don't play nice, why would you play with him? Heard y'all gettin' to the guap, but yo' check is paper thin I don't harbor none of that hate in me, let that shit stay with them Once I touch down on yo' block, yeah, it's not to make amends That boy don't play nice, why would you play with him? Heard y'all gettin' to the guap, but yo' check is paper thin Heard y'all sendin' shots, no, let that shit stay with them Once I touch down on yo' block, yeah, it's not to make amends Yeah, new land speed, just dropped the top off Talk tough online usually mean that they not down to pop off Once you really the plug you'd know show up outside the drop off Net worth under me 'cause I'm [?] like I'm a mob boss If rap didn't work then I'd politic me another way to make a milli Y'all goin' broke 'cause you silly, don't know how to manage money, guess that's your Achilles I'm sendin' work out of Philly and O-town, had to elevate 'cause I was lowdown Pulled up, right up in the driveway, mama came out 'cause she hearin' ghost sounds (ugh) That's just your son in a new thing (ugh) Money in shotgun, no boo thing (ugh) And I came with the gang, no Wu-Tang (ugh) And I got me a strap, no shoestring (ugh) In a all-black with no Bruce Wayne (ugh) Screamin' "I'm the Titty Boi, no 2 Chainz" (ugh) Kick a bitch out the crib, no Liu Kang (ugh, yeah) That boy don't play nice, why would you play with him? Letras de cancionesHeard y'all gettin' to the guap, but yo' check is paper thin Heard y'all, harbor none that hate in me let that shit stay with them Once I touch down on yo' block, yeah, it's not to make amends That boy don't play nice, why would you play with him? Heard y'all gettin' to the guap, but yo' check is paper thin I don't harbor none of that hate in me, let that shit stay with them Once I touch down on yo' block, yeah, it's not to make amends That boy don't Play nice, take lifes, yeah, I'm takin' 'em And I call my shooter Kanye, he keep a K with him Trust it, don't you play with him, you niggas paper thin Foul on the play, technical, that's a flagrant Tee him up, yeah, I'm heatin' up, my nine came with a gut Mean my pistol overweight, fat as fuck, gon' eat you up I don't mingle with these niggas 'cause these niggas ain't like us Drop no single with these niggas, all that clout just ain't enough Cut from a different fabric, you niggas average Shoot the sweep, need dialysis, I'm poppin' tablets Prefer the percocets, they work for sex, I just might hurt a bitch Curve a bitch, she was worthless, I be servin' X I'm a pimp, ain't no other way 'cept pussy in yo' face Fuck a case, I'm all out of state, makin' shit shake Honestly, I'm a shooter but I move responsibly Nascar, check the hood and you see who sponsored me, huh Yeah, that boy don't play nice Yeah, that boy don't play nice That boy don't play nice From Letras Mania