Play Ball lyrics

[Verse]
I'm a real bag getter, trapper, carry-cash-ass n*gga
Never pay for his own sh*t, he only go in if he got half-ass n*gga
Don't hop out on feet, the opps some real fast n*ggas (Four3va)
I never tripped 'bout a b*tch, it's plenty out here, you can do you, ho
Step back, I don't wanna do you, bro
Four-nick gon' blow, little do you know
When them folks get like that? I don't know
That sh*t be cap, went to school with you, bro
We done slimed the slime and we take sh*t down
n*gga, give me that Glock, we ain't cool with you, bro
Sneak Glocky in Amiri
Got so many opps, don't look forward when I drive, we in the mirrors
I ain't gon' lie, I miss them lil' hoеs from the block that I ain't hit in years
Want a pound, then gеt in here
Bad b*tch, but she ain't like the way she smile, so she had to get veneers
Block hoes in the party, surrounded by sticks, ain't gettin' near
Got a new whip, you ain't tryna suck my di*k, can't get in here
Bust a nut on her face, she like, "How it get in hair?"
f*ckin' a n*gga BM, he bust in like how he get in here?
Left AP bussin', never shop on a budget, huh
If I up, I'ma shoot my sh*t, the f*ck I look like bluffin'?
Whole damn city done hit that ho, the f*ck I look like touchin'?
Got a 7.62 for a big-ass n*gga, gotta know I ain't doin' no tusslin'
I be tryna play ball, but they won't score
Been shootin' for a minute, got extra rounds if they want more
We spin with the same sh*t the army got, claim they want war
f*ck what the city say, I'm a family guy, I ain't got no whore
Pick a b*tch, play ring around the rosie, shout out to fake n*ggas tryna be my homie
All the bros gon' do is whack you when they realize you don't know me, huh
Two-four shot, Kobe, boy, come up out that Rollie
Know damn well this car stolen, this b*tch here straight for pokin'