Word Play lyrics

by

Young Pappy


[Intro]
Uh, it's TFG, man
Young Pappy in this b*tch, man
n*ggas know and b*tches know
f*ck n*gga, I got a warrant and sh*t
They say I'm active, f*ck is that?
I mean... I am with the sh*ts
You can say I'm Die L's for Alex
I'm L's up for L-Dub
Come me active, f*ck it, man!
I'm with this TFG sh*t
n*ggas know it's The f*cking Guys in my f*cking eyes!

[Verse 1]
Uh, my word play is amazing, graces
Ain't sh*t changed, b*tch, the same sh*t every since
Grade six, played with switchblades at the age six
And stayed with some n*ggas that had stayed on some payed sh*t
You was on some going to church and getting saved sh*t
I was on some chopping down crack with a razor sh*t
You was on some hating sh*t cause I was on some paper sh*t
I was on some, "If the money run, then I'ma chase the sh*t"
Hawk it down
Sure my flow cold like the Hulk around
Tote .4's, tell the po-po's, "Bring the chalk around!"
Cough it up, n*gga that's the loud what I'm coughing up
If you only matching one blunt, you ain't bought enough
You ain't buy enough
n*gga, "Hi, hater
Bye, hater"
Motherf*cker better get to stepping like they got data
I'm just on my paper sh*t
You can be on yours
I find out you steady checking bags, I'm on yours
Kick it down
Ah, you gon' brag? n*gga, stick around!
Ambulance'll pick you up, my mans he'll stick you up
My word play is preposterous
You lie, you say you hot as this
You not and sh*t, so you might as well honor this
Honor's class, teaching n*ggas how to roll pot in class
You can ask my eighth grade teacher, you was not in class
That's where the money at when I was in class
I was selling dime bags in biology class
In chemistry class, I was mixing Kush with the purp
If a n*gga stop my money, he get put on a shirt
Get murked
n*gga, I ain't used to getting what I want
Then crying like a b*tch when I don't, that's some hoe sh*t
I just get with it, go and get it, and some mo' sh*t
And then some mo' sh*t, whatever floats my boat, sh*t
My wordplay is immaculate
I got the C, he got the D, I'm hackin' it
7-4, I'm stacking it
Whatever I was packing with that clip was extended, so
Don't be a menace to society while drinking your juice in the hood
Got juice in the hood
n*gga, I'm just tryna eat, Bruce Bruce in the hood
n*ggas that be tryna kick it like Bruce in the hood
I swear to God, boy, them n*ggas so fake to me
I hate to see a n*gga that knew he could've made it
Give his life to the hood cause school was what he hated, uh
Uh, my word play is amazing, graces
Ain't sh*t changed, b*tch, the same sh*t every since
I was up in high school
High school was my school
Had every b*tch that had walked out of night school
I wasn't at night school, I was on the block with it
I was selling rocks with it
30 popper Glocks with it
Any n*gga disrespect me sending shots to his dome
To his home, sending threats to his phone
Them n*ggas they gon' pay me the respect that they owe
Got a TEC that'll spit from his neck to his toes
From the neck in the woods, got respect in the hood
Cause I came out the woods with a vest made of wood
With a slingshot and a nail gun to survive
Yo best bet is to not run, n*gga, hide
Not one, n*gga, five, that's how many I'ma buss at you
Goons can't fit in the truck, I'ma send a bus at you
I tell them bust at you, n*ggas gon' do it
Tell 'em "Ready, aim, fire" and my n*gga gon' shoot it
I got goons, that got goons, that got goons, that got got mo'
Got goons that sell crack
Got goons that go blow
You got goons that play ball
You got gons that's gon' hoop
I got goons that stick D
I got goons that's gon' shoot
I tell the judge, "Straight like this, motherf*ck you, b*tch, and that robe that you got on
Take it off, it's regular clothes that you got on
So who gave you the right to judge me, Sherlock Holmes?"
I'm not on right now, but I will be
Til I get signed, in the hood I will still be
One corner rocks, one corner where the pills be
Other corner weed, you can tell from where the sills be
I be where the money at, I be where they cash at
I be getting cash, but a check, I never cashed that
Shop with your mask up to come and get that cash back
That's where I call cashing checks where the Ave at
Aye Lawrence Ave, LDubb where the ave at
The f*ck? n*gga, now do the math, rat
[Outro]
Die L's for Alex, man
I'm L's up for L-Dub
Midnite, I see you, boy
Larro, free you, boy!
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