Playa Stats lyrics

[Intro]
Take it off, baby take it off

[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
You know us south side n*ggas play it raw, b*tch
I ain't gotta say too much to make her take it off, b*tch
Underground king sh*t they lable me a star
Shawty she a freak she give me head in my car
Ain't no tint on the windows but that still don't make her stop
Ain't no f*cks given when you fresh up off the block
In the kitchen cookin' up over that stove I'm a pro
Don't nobody move, lay it down on the floor
I know a n*gga who made him a killin' movin' blow
That's some organized crime but this that audio dope
But ain't too many n*ggas make it out where I stay
They laughin' like its funny fool, they murder evеry day
My homie bought a chopper hopin' that's gonna keep him safe
I'm on thе interstate cruisin', bumpin' UGK
My uncle told me love her with my mind, not my heart
But ain't nothin' like a bad b*tch who know to play her part
Shawty drop it low and sweep her ass with the floor
Will I ever give a b*tch my last? Hell no
It's bro's over hoes, b*tch, it's money over broads
Got a slim model b*tch who f*ck me like a porn star
Its trap life, now I tour the world with my dogs
Just a year ago I was runnin' from the law
Say a quick prayer for my man behind them bars
Bet my bottom dollar they ain't f*ckin' with my squad
Little ghetto boy, b*tch I stack my money tall
Used to play pitch and catch when I was bagging up that soft
I holla' good sense cause this n*gga street smarts
And a n*gga better not front it if he can't afford no loss
And if it ain't Jet Life, f*ck it, f*ck em all
On the set with them bricks like my jump shot hella off
And keep your head up cause it go down where I stay
No security, just some homies from round my way
[Hook: Young Roddy]
I make them b*tches take it off, take it off b*tch
And let a tre first n*gga break you off hoe
I told her take it off, take it off b*tch
And let a Jet set n*gga break you off hoe
And ain't too many real n*ggas left
All my hood n*ggas told me that I got next
And all the street n*ggas told me do it for the set
f*ck her til the bed hit the floor, til she out of breath
And ain't too many real n*ggas left
All my hood n*ggas told me that I got next
And all the street n*ggas told me do it for the set
f*ck her til the bed hit the floor, til she out of breath

I told that b*tch take it off, take it off b*tch
And let a tre first n*gga break you off hoe
I told her take it off, take it off b*tch
And let a Jet set n*gga break you off hoe
And ain't too many real n*ggas left
All my hood n*ggas told me that I got next
And all the street n*ggas told me do it for the set
f*ck her til the bed hit the floor, til she out of breath
I told that b*tch take it off