STOP PLAY’N lyrics

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
Oh, for real, l'il b*tch tell me you ain't know
You ain't heard about them n*ggas servin' lean for the low
L'il n*gga, stop playin' you ain't got no poke
Not for real, by any means, I cannot go broke
Why you pull that pistol out, if you not gon' blow
n*gga, hol' up, wait a minute, you do not wanna smoke
Sorry n*gga, out my way, so when them nights get low
I ain't trippin' on that b*tch, that is not my hoe
They be sippin' by the ounce, then they talk 'bout fours
We will beat you n*ggas up at our own damn shows
You can't do it like this; you ain't pot no roast
You can't do it like this; you ain't pot no roast

[Chorus]
Stop playin'
L'il n*gga, stop playin'
Quit playin', lil b*tch, stop playin'
L'il b*tch, stop playin'
Stop playin', stop playin'

[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
Stop playin' with me
L'il b*tch, you can't lay up with me
And if you stayin, you ain't stayin for free
I gotta pull up on this n*gga, tryin' say he'll beef
I ain't sayin' he a shooter, but I'm sayin' he sweet
I ain't f*ckin' with these n*ggas to be sayin' the least
You the type of n*gga try and go and pay for a fee
I'm the type of n*gga spendin' paychecks on my feet
I use to f*ck a different b*tch like every day of the week
I used to pop so many bars I couldn't stand on my feet
I'm on the perky right now, I'm just sayin' I'm geeked
Mr roll-up, hol' up, watch your main b*tch hoe up
We go-a slower, I got lean in my Cola
She dole up, tol' her drugs make a n*gga throw up
We smoke her or what, yeah Shoreline really go up
You know her, so what, n*gga what the f*ck you know of
These n*ggas on us, so I had to switch my flow up
[Chorus]
Stop playin'
L'il n*gga, stop playin'
L'il b*tch, stop playin' (Stop playin', stop playin')
pus*y n*gga, stop playin' (pus*y n*gga)
Stop playin', b*tch n*gga (Stop playin')
Stop playin' (What the f*ck?)
b*tch n*gga (Stop playin')

[Verse 3: Fenix Flexin]
Nino got that Glock on him right now (Glock)
Always bring them pipes out, you n*ggas better pipe down
I just popped a 30 Perc, a n*gga feel it right now
I be sippin' dirty dirt, my cup ain't even white now (What?)
Progression in the trap, we got the water and the white now (The water)
Wanna do some sh*t, that's where my mind is, leave it right now
It's torture
When you come on us come with caution, no saucein
Run up on me, you get losses, we bosses

[Verse 4: Ohgeesy]
Stop playin'
I'm sayin'
No knuckles, lil n*gga, I be sprayin'
Pour so much lean and my wrist got a sprain
b*tch you betta dip, if your ass don't give brain
Just sayin', b*tch don't get mad
Your best friend bout it so go and do the math
I forgot about your ass 'cause I pop a lot of Xans
And, I f*cked on that b*tch even though she got a man
Stop playin', I ain't finna hold your hand
b*tch, you a hoe, man I'd rather hold a band
Count money, count digits
Stupid ass n*gga, you be countin' on them b*tches
How, you smoke loud but, I sold you the midget
How, you know the hoes, but your ass stay committed
How you stay fitted, but you got no givenchy
All my n*ggas go up in your pockets sayin' they was empty
[Outro: Ogheesy]
Stop playin, boy you play too much
Silence sticks, extended clips, I don't say too much
Stop playin, boy you play too much
Silence sticks, extended clips, I don't say too much
No
One of y'all

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