Play Around lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine & Allan Kingdom]
Yeah (Statik Selektah)
You know what's up, n*gga
We really don't play around (Look)

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
The yay on the stove, my n*gga
Need new batteries for my scale, lemme weigh up them O's, my n*gga
Shooter's sniffin' fifty just to stay on his toes, my n*gga
Fifty round sticks, n*ggas sprayin' with those, my n*gga (Brr)
I got hit in my throat
Face twisted up but I'm still sick with the flow (Hah)
You n*ggas sick as me? No, you n*ggas sick of me, I know
But you b*tch n*ggas know you get your sh*t split if you approach
n*gga I'm GOAT, Grimiest Of All Time when I spitted this dope
Paid a grip for the coat (Ooh) the slippers is four
Ride with a stick in the Ghost, but even when I was broke
The Smith & was close, n*ggas was gettin' smokеd
Hit the back of your head, I'ma lift it with this toast (Uh-huh)
I got hit in back of my head, but n*gga, I'm still afloat (Ha)
Thе Machine, n*gga, that light green, n*gga
I send my youngin' through there to do a sting, n*gga (Brr, grrah)

[Chorus: Allan Kingdom & 2 Chainz]
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down
Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound
Everybody lose if anybody stay around
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down
Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound
Everybody lose if everybody stay around (Yeah)
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Nobody move, nobody get hurt (Hurt)
Toni take a Adderall, he gon' take a Perc (Toni)
Christian Dior shirt pressed (Uh)
King of the jungle, might lace my shorty with a fur dress (Damn)
Now four n*ggas tried to sing on me, quartet (Woo)
PPP came in and got a Corvette (Nyoom)
Mama text me and said I need more rest
But I heard they think I'ma lose, I need more bets (I need more)
This the synchronized swimmin' edition
Two bowls full of babies in the fetal position
Crack talk, trap talk, if you bein' specific
And I'm all about my bread, I need that in a jiffy

[Chorus: Allan Kingdom]
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools you lay down
Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound
Everybody lose if anybody stay around
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down
Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound
Everybody lose if everybody stay around

[Verse 3: Killer Mike]
This crack rap, trap rap
This that eenie meenie miney mo
Goddamn .44 at your grandmammy door
If you ain't got my sack wrapped (Sack wrapped)
Knock-knock, hello, blap-blap
That'll show you the use for the tool
Tried to play a n*gga lame, but a n*gga played cool
Now your grandmother on the evening news (News)
Man, I'm the meanest, cleanest, evilest genius grabbing my p*nis
Crucified, n*ggas thought I died, I'm back, I'm Jesus (I'm Jesus)
Got crack in the back, got gas in the pack, got pills in the attic (Attic)
I'm a Rolex rocker, never wanted the AP or lusted the Pateks (Pateks)
Street politics, sold white dope right in front of your house (Your house)
I be the reason your auntie skeezin' and your uncle sold your couch (Your couch)
Dope boy, dope boy
I ask, "Do we got a problem?" like Doughboy (Doughboy)
You ain't really nothin' but a ho, boy, you ain't really, you ain't really want that smoke boy
Look at my team and look at your team, man, we really mean that sh*t
We came in with the sticks
We can get to aimin' and flamin' sh*t (sh*t)
Look at your woman gettin' all anxious, talkin' piece of sh*t
Still on my dope boy script, look at her, tell her, "Shut up, b*tch"
[Chorus: Allan Kingdom]
Play around
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down
Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound
Everybody lose if anybody stay around
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down
Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound
Everybody lose if anybody stay around