Horseplay lyrics

by

Hoodrich Pablo Juan


[Intro]
n*ggas still acting like me, and I still ain't got no kids
n*ggas still sneak dissing, and they still ain't got no crib
Show everything on the 'net, never show where they live
Don't matter I got his address If I want that nig-
Pooh, you a fool for this one
I always rap about my
I always rap about my
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Okay, he ain't talkin' like me, no way
I always rap about my cake 'cause I always ride with my K
I always ride with some drakes
You always ride with some snakes
Bust me a script, go down the way
Brand new whip from out the way
Can't keep your ho up out my face
Now I sell dope up out her place
Now your kids be doing my dance
Beat your son ass if he go in my pants
b*tches, they always tryna go in my stash
But it won't happen 'cause I move too fast
Shoot your ass if you move too fast
Two more bands for a cool cool bag
It got my bullets in it
[Verse]
Ayy, ayy, and I'm gonna bully n*ggas
b*tch say she wanna f*ck with Skuba, better have some money with her
n*gga say he wanna f*ck with me, that sh*t ain't happening
Gang gang with me, and them the only n*ggas that's brackin'
You other n*ggas be lackin', hmm, and ain't about action
Before I dripped in this fashion, I was not giving out passes
Not slappin' no daps, I was pushing packs out of traps
Showin' n*ggas how to act, breakin' young b*tches' backs, huh
n*ggas still acting like me, and I still ain't got no kids
n*ggas still sneak dissing, and they still ain't got no crib
Show everything on the 'net, never show where they live
Don't matter I got his address If I want that n*gga dead, huh
Now these dance moves, huh, got my chains dancing too, ayy
And this Rolex, hmm, walked in and cashed it too, hmm
And this double cup, n*gga? Could've paid your rent with juice
That lil' b*tch that you with, she loose and don't do sh*t to your pockets neither
You act like a n*gga who grew up without a father figure
I act like a n*gga who grew up playing with choppers, n*gga
I know I'm a n*gga who address who got some problems with me
Pull up on me if you feel you got one, it ain't likely, is it? (Huh)

[Chorus]
Okay, he ain't talkin' like me, no way
I always rap about my cake 'cause I always ride with my K
I always ride with some drakes
You always ride with some snakes
Bust me a script, go down the way
Brand new whip from out the way
Can't keep your ho up out my face
Now I sell dope up out her place
Now your kids be doing my dance
Beat your son ass if he go in my pants
b*tches, they always tryna go in my stash
But it won't happen 'cause I move too fast
Shoot your ass if you move too fast
Two more bands for a cool cool bag
It got my bullets in it
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