Don’t Play With Him Freestyle (8 Track) lyrics

[Intro]
Bet I pull up in the back with the MAC-10
Strapped in my back with a blade in my b*tch crack (Go)
Ready to dash, take it back like a eight-track
Stacking some racks, kitty-cat wet as Similac
(I’m working on dying)
Ain’t got much to say
n*ggas know what’s up with me
These b*tches know what’s up with me
It's Boat

[Verse 1]
She got a butt that's 'bout as big as a Mack Truck
I got a Glock with a beam if you act up
I got a shooter with me, he don't act tough
When it's go time, green light like a full charge
Cop what I want when I want, bet I live large
Free my big bro off his old grand theft charge
AR-15, bet it sing like El DeBarge
Clip in the Glock stick out like the hair on Marge
f*ck Earth, I'm 'bout to move my sh*t to Mars
Everything sandy
Light on a pump late at night comе in handy
[?] no Randy
My n*ggas bang Billy but they don't know Mandy
sh*t, why you sip wock? 'cause it taste just likе candy
Yeah, yeah (f*ck)
Back in school if they try me, want war in the hall just like Andy
Bro was cool, now he a demon off Xannies
My b*tch body soft, told her not to wear panties
If I bring her 'round, n*ggas prolly might panic
My view out the window resemble Atlantis
Told my big bro 'bout a b*tch that was his
So I had changed her name in the story to "Francis"
She was an enchantress
She work in the club, she a god when she dances
n*ggas be biting me, down to my stances
Bet I pull up in the back with the MAC-10
Strapped in my back with a blade in my b*tch crack (Go)
Ready to dash, take it back like a eight-track
Stacking some racks, kitty-cat wet as Similac
Ready to smack, whips new, I don’t CARFAX
Give me the neck, shawty, no, I don't ever text
f*ck on a jet, leave the nut on her six-pack
Goyard to death, in a rush, where the sticks at?
If she not my main then my mama can't kiss that
Swipe my AmEx, I'm too up, it can't kick back
P90 c*ck, let it rock, little kickback
And we brought blicks in the trips in yo kickback
M95 for the [?] push yo sh*t back
My b*tch get as the sky, that's my little slatt
I got a 48, yeah
No, not a .455
[Verse 2]
(Go get 'em)
Listen (Go get 'em)
I'm king to the hatred, my practice is sacred
I spent twenty thousand on six of my ankles
He [?] I'm hot as the [?]
Finna go beat up like six different verses
Last week I visited six different places
Bought my mom some new flowers, she need some new vases
I'm good with the words just like [?]
b*tch said her favorite ball team is the Patriots
b*tch must be f*cking someone from the Partiots
You f*cking with me? You gon' me with yo maker
I might run for mayor
My wrist in the air, boy, I bet that I slay her
I bet she suck di*k for the free, double dare
They wanted me dead but I do not care
My b*tch want some hair, I told her come here
I turned to a chair, I swear

[Outro]
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