Play Shoes lyrics

[Intro: 3200 Tre]
Don't stop it, just let it rock like
Come on (Ooh, Sav killed it)
What up, Sav?
We finna, we finna, I'ma take these boys on a walk like

[Verse 1: 3200 Tre]
Huh, I don't think you make money, you call [?]
Hm, I'm finna drop this whole pint, I'm finna [?]
Hm, all I do is talk sh*t, they like to call it [?]
You can't pull up and take this much out the bank, you gotta call and grab it
Hm, I'm not no n*gga you can play with, b*tch, I stand on ten
I put 5K on his head and on his feet, make him stand on ten
Huh, I'm just gon' shoot you, b*tch, I'm not gon' break my hand again
If you shut up and play your cards right, you won't need another man again
Huh, I pay all the bills, you don't got a reason to worry
Hm, if I hit the [?], I might leave with a thirty
Huh, I like to keep my FN, I can legally tote it
They told my brother he was sick in the head 'cause he was bleaching a birdy
Huh, n*gga tried me, I got all my chains and pape' still
Hm, you tryna do businеss with me? Then bring a great dеal
Hm, I could've swore I dropped a 12, how I got 8 still?
I could change my whole hood like right now, and they gon' hate still
Hm, like how the f*ck you mad at me 'cause I'm the one that's havin'?
We had the same 24 hours, you ain't up your status
Hm, I went from bending n*ggas blocks to driving trucks with Paddocks
Huh, re-up where? Just go upstairs and grab another package
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Too much dog sh*t in the bed, I need another mattress
He not havin' like he say, he live above the statis'
I think I got another pint, just like above the cabinet
I need another pack of Percs, I told Bud to grab it
Hm, put a bricky in a press, I'm finna Suflex it
.50 Cal big as hell, this b*tch go through vests
b*tch, don't speak unless I say, I gave her two questions
The way she playing with my balls, feel like a hoop session
Hm, I told her check up, I got my check up
Hm, I hit the road without the bag, I told it catch up
The paint hot honey mustard, the inside ketchup
We ride with switches on our Glock, bro, put that TEC up
Hm, I got my ass up out of Flint, that was a great move
Hm, If I beat you one on one, we cannot play twos
Hm, we just drunk a whole pint, feel like I can't move
I spent 2000 on some kicks, but these my play shoes
Hm, I think Balenciaga, or maybe even Prada
I got a different doctor, I bang the pistol proper
Your n*gga stressing 'bout that pape', we got two different problems
We hit the spot with too much water, b*tch, go get some goggles
You know Wafi made it
Hm, you gon' copy, ain't it?
Told my b*tch I only want that pus*y when it's ovulated
Real shooter, b*tch, my trigger finger Grammy nominated
Hm, we gotta split this sh*t in half, I'm the denominator
Just got through f*ckin' some thicker than a phonebook
He upped the strap and didn't bust, got his pole took
Hit him close range with that 'K, got his soul took
Boss sh*t, can get a n*gga wacked from the wrong look
[Verse 3: YN Jay]
Mmmmmmm
n*gga shooting with his eyes closed, he did a no look
I got 48 Laws of Power, this ain't no book
Chop' slice his body down the middle, this a cold cut
Mmm, what you pour up? Your pop light as hell
His mans died in the crossfire, and he died as well
But it was the next day, I'm on a neck date
This b*tch give me good neck, she need a neck brace
He was 'pose to die yesterday, he died the next day
That mean he died today, he got shot in the face
I took Wockiesha out to eat, I couldn't find a date
I know I got a show this month, but I can't find the date
I'm in the club with 50 b*tches, tryna find a date
He cat ran from the dog, he tried to climb a tree
I had a drum, but it was off, I had to find the beat
We don't play musical chairs, but I gotta find a seat
I'm in Atlanta looking for bud, I'm tryna find trees
Whoever find my opp first, you get a finder's fee
And I can tell if you a fiend, by how you grind your teeth
He made a song but he was capping, he just lied on beat
And why I just find out somebody tried to lie on me?
He said I shot his crib up, man, that's tiny beef
I get you smoked from far away, I put a snipe on you
He held his mans while he bled out, why you die on me?