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(Lockhart sh*t b*tch)

[Chorus: Keeta]
You needa play with your b*tch
Play with me 'cause you stuck up in the mud now you in a ditch
I can't talk to a snitch
Bypass all that sh*t
Gang at the car when I walk the house and they all got new sticks
You better play with your kids
This sh*t it get dangerous
Knock off all your lids
Make sure not one of them gon' live
Talkin' that sh*t still I'm up in your crib
G19 and I'm lettin' it rip
I know your b*tch ass ain't in the VIP
I know you a b*tch you don't do it for real
(Really know how we do this sh*t man we've been through it before)

[Verse 1: Reef]
b*tch 762 it's a missile
I put a pill in a soda it fizzle
Wrap up the beat your boy sweet than a skittle
Pop his ass like bacon boy the ARP sizzle
p*ss, may he rest in p*ss
Over that week ass diss
That ain't sh*t
Okay I'm the presi, the president talk
Left home in the chevy came back in a Hawk[?]
Im killin' I'm ready I've been a lil' boss
Number 19 you still shoppin' at Ross
Pull up a line in a goddamn Voss
I'd die about Criss so I can't get crossed
Hi-Tech in the Brisk boy I can't walk
Hi-Tech in the Brisk boy this not Wock
Or maybe it is
I'm mic'd up, I'm here, I'm here, I'm here
I can't leave that b*tch, in a liter
I can't believe
They're not easy
I been deceiving
It's been a minute baby I'm still grieving
Jewelry so cold that it's changing the seasons
Me and lil' keet pop his ass for no reason
[Verse 2: Keeta]
Yeah you got you a knife but I got me a gun
Put your hands up or you better go run
Your buddy keep screamin' I think that it's fun
That 223 leave that pus*y boy fun
What am I smokin? Runtz (that pack)
Throw that pack like a punt (that pack)
2-3 blunts for lunch (oh)
Eat your girlfriend like a munch (hoe)
I'm with the gang
Same one that I came with last year and you know the name
Done went through all of the pain
But I got here it's a part of the game
I know they sayin' my name
When they say yours, they say it in vain

[Chorus: Keeta]
You needa play with your b*tch
Play with me 'cause you stuck up in the mud now you in a ditch
I can't talk to a snitch
Bypass all that sh*t
Gang at the car when I walk the house and they all got new sticks
You better play with your kids
This sh*t it get dangerous
Knock off all your lids
Make sure not one of them gon' live
Talkin' that sh*t still I'm up in your crib
G19 and I'm lettin' it rip
I know your b*tch ass ain't in the VIP
I know you a b*tch you don't do it for real