PLAY BALL lyrics
by Yus Gz
[Intro]
(Mm, nah, turn that up)
(Ayy, come here)
(Young Madz)
Grrah-grrah
Like—
(Honcho)
Like, brodie gon flick', he tryna—
(Ayy, come here)
Like, grrah
(Play ball)
[Verse]
Okay, they wanna play
Like-like, I'm tryna do 'em like Zay (Grrah, grrah)
Like, bruh out the window, tryna catch a play (Grrah)
On the Sev', it get ugly, DOA
f*ck a GBG baby, b*tch, I'm EBK (O-oo-oof)
Like-like—
Like, bend both ways, like
I'm tryna boom broad day, like
Bet they won't run when these bullets spraying
Don't run, bet they won't trip (Don't run)
Jdotty, he was itchin' to flick (Grrah)
Smoke Rip, that n*gga slipped (Rippy)
Like, ain't no Ricky, watch that n*gga trip
Like—, Ricky, brodie got 'em runnin' Rick (Like, like)
Brodie got 'em runnin' Rick (Like grrah)
Tryna push up on me, I'ma flick
They know my bop, Mr. Throw The Whole Clip (Throw the whole, graow)
Oh, he think he lit? Watch how I flick (Think he lit)
Like, watch how I move with the lick
Know bro gon' throw, watch his body drop
Before he could blow, n*ggas 'bout to dip (O-oo-oof)
We on the Sev' tryna catch us a lick (We on that sh*t)
She threw it back, guess she felt the stick (Grrah, grrah)
I got knocks, I ain't shaking no hips
Sally, Becky, Brenda clips (Grrah)
Like, f*ck Ratty, he dead in a ditch (Ratty)
Like, when he run, sent the pic
Beam on the gun, I'ma get 'em hit (What up, bro?)
Last thing you heard was, "Don't run, don't trip"
Like pop out that cut, n*gga, watch 'em rip (Where he goin'?)
Chase 'em, I get out of breath, I'ma flick
Get out of the way, like he tryna dip
Flock—flock 'em down, ain't no way he could (Grrah, grrah)
Flock 'em down, ain't no way he could (Like grrah)
Bullets f*ck up the fabric, wherever it hit
Notti bop, poke your hips (Notti)
Totin' that G while she shaking that sh*t
Like, "Bae, you want Henny?", I don't sip (Nah)
b*tch, I'ma die off the lean, got me lit (Grrah, grrah)
Too much PTSD, who that in that whip?
Bend both ways, EBS slimed out Sim