Playing Fair lyrics

[Chorus: Rio Da Yung OG]
These n*ggas hoes, they ain't gon ride for you
Same n*gga walking with you, talking down on you
Told him put it on his mans, and he lied on him
I just bought a new AR, hundred rounds on it
We gon slide on them boys, put a frown on them
Get a rental, put a thousand something miles on it
Oh you want beef? Ain't gotta do it, put the guys on him
My lil n*gga bang B's, he gon die for it

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ain't no snitching round here, we gon die loyal
Got the pus*y out your b*tch, cause I lied to her
With that sh*t you can slide, you can ride to it
My lil n*gga caught a body, damn near cried doing it
Imma wake up, get some money, n*gga, chase a check
You wanna leave, gon and leave, I ain't chasing sh*t
n*gga make a sale on my block, we gon take his sh*t
Put my gun down, we can scrap, I'll break your neck
n*gga want smoke, what it is? Cause we could take it there
Gotta have a strap on the north, cause they ain't playing fare
I hid the boles in my grannie crib, when I was staying there
I fell off, my n*gga Mark had me, that's my baby, yeah

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Hell yeah, we gon get this chicken, we gon make it, yeah
Imma tell you how it is, ain't no faking it
n*gga, if the feds come and get me, I ain't saying sh*t
Free my n*gga Driveway Baby, b*tch
[Chorus: Rio Da Yung OG]
These n*ggas hoes, they ain't gon ride for you
Same n*gga walking with you, talking down on you
Told him put it on his mans, and he lied on him
I just bought a new AR, hundred rounds on it
We gon slide on them boys, put a frown on them
Get a rental, put a thousand something miles on it
Oh you want beef? Ain't gotta do it, put the guys on him
My lil n*gga bang B's, he gon die for it

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
Up the pistol on a n*gga, make him sh*t bricks
Hit him in his head, to scratch his name off my hit list
[?] put some on the floor, I need a big b*tch
I can put a draco on my waist, I got big hips
Sold a thousand grams, shout out [?] street
Used to live on [?], now I'm tryna buy the whole street
Got purple, but the green [?] like we on [?] street
I know you ain't really out here swiping, bruh, your clothes cheep
I tried to pack a brick [?] took a whole week
b*tch, I'm tryna bust you down, ho, don't bro me
Boss n*gga, give a b*tch a thousand, just to roll weed
OK, I'm done pouring lean today, I'm finna go to sleep
Woke up, and poured another eight, I think I'm a junky
b*tch, you send your n*gga to the store, [?] whole flunky
I could pay twenty four, if the smoke musty
Check my Cash App, it's looking like a whole phone number
[Chorus: Rio Da Yung OG]
These n*ggas hoes, they ain't gon ride for you
Same n*gga walking with you, talking down on you
Told him put it on his mans, and he lied on him
I just bought a new AR, hundred rounds on it
We gon slide on them boys, put a frown on them
Get a rental, put a thousand something miles on it
Oh you want beef? Ain't gotta do it, put the guys on him
My lil n*gga bang B's, he gon die for it