Playa

Drop clear the air, they stole my flow, ain't acknowledge me

I do some shit, then here they go, try to copy me

That boy my son, then my junior, took him under my wing

Okay, she bad, the hoe a bop, bet she fuck for weed

My old hoe, let me paint her face, pull out my phone, say cheese

Been on the block, ain't seen him yet, been stalking shit for weeks

Call up a hoe before I beg her, buy her fucking weave

Won't catch me bragging on that hoe, man, all these bitches freaks

And all these bitches going, the right price, she fuck you n me

They know I'm king snake, don't trust me, shit get creep

They know I ain't ducking smoke, no white flag, that shit for the week

She up on me by six years, and want me between them cheeks

See, I'm a player, right, I'ma keep this shit discreet

I'ma keep this shit, the 16 letter, in other words P

He know he can't do shit with me, make him get light on his feet

Made the hoes that claim they can't be touched, turn to mega freaks

In the club, Tell bro get the hoes, anyone if em, and Brang them to me

We put Za up in the air, sike this dead man's in my leaf

And the day they let me in, I'ma drop a hundred on the beef

I got fans that do it for me, and get his ass whack for a feat

Drop clear the air, they stole my flow, aint acknowledge me

I do some shit, then here they go, try to copy me

That boy my son, he my junior, took him under my wing

I bet she bad, that hoe a bop, bet she fuck for weed

My old hoe, let me paint her face, pull out my phone, say cheese

Been on they block, ain't see them yet, been stalking shit for weeks

Call up a hoe before I beg her, or buy her fucking weave

Don't catch me bragging on that ho, man, all these bitches freaks

Dats Right

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