Damien William, Don Hovito - Stop Playin' Lyrics

Thought I told ya stop playing on my name
I ain't fucking with these lames
It's a game, it's the gang
We are not one in the same
I am not the one to blame
Give a fuck 'bout what you claim
I ain't playing
Stop playing on my name
Stop the playing
Stop playing on my name
Stop the playing
Stop playing on my name
Stop the playing
We are not one in the same
I ain't playing
Time for me to make an entrance
There's a king up in your presence
And I'm coming with a vengeance
I ain't with the stupid questions
I ain't here for your acceptance
Get the fuck up out my mentions
Be careful with who you threaten, nah
At 24 like Sutherland
Wasn't buzzin' yet so I dumped the pen
At 25, quarter hundred clip
Got sick of these bum kids runnin' lip
At 26, while the cup of Cris and the blunt you hit
Make you dumb as shit
I run this shit
Ain't a thug in a clique
Like the bloods and the crips
But I'm cut for this
Thought I told ya stop playing on my name
I ain't fucking with these lames
It's a game, it's the gang
We are not one in the same
I am not the one to blame
Give a fuck 'bout what you claim
I ain't playing
Stop playing on my name
Stop the playing
Stop playing on my name
Stop the playing
Stop playing on my name
Stop the playing
We are not one in the same
I ain't playing
Stop playin on my name or my body
Served raw like sushi got the block hot like wasabi
Shoot to the top, slingshot, yeah, Ricky Bobby
Stop playing with me, boy, before we catch you in the lobby
Seen a whole lot of niggas changing like the seasons
Give a fuck about your logic
Give a fuck about your reason
Bitches getting sprayed everyday, yeah, over treason
Boys tryna cross me, all my homies eating
All of these niggas, they tryna finesse me
All of these bitches, they wanna molest me
Stick to the facts and I'm not with the guessing
Chasing a bag, ain't no time for the flexing
Far from a teacher, I'd teach you a lesson
Roll me a eighth, I'm relieving the tension
Flex on the low, I don't need the attention
Catch me a body, you know the profession
Yo Hovi, I got a question
Why these rappers keep talking aggressive
Think it's 'bout time that we caught their attention
Still in the game while they sit on the benches
They thinking they hard, but really they not
Say it's on sight, but they missing they shot
Thinkin' they tough, we thicken the plot
Cockin' the nine, we ready to pop

Thought I told ya stop playing on my name
I ain't fucking with these lames
It's a game, it's the gang
We are not one in the same
I am not the one to blame
Give a fuck 'bout what you claim
I ain't playing
Stop playing on my name
Stop the playing
Stop playing on my name
Stop the playing
Stop playing on my name
Stop the playing
We are not one in the same
I ain't playing
Time for me to make an entrance
There's a king up in your presence
And I'm coming with a vengeance
I ain't with the stupid questions
I ain't here for your acceptance
Get the fuck up out my mentions
Be careful with who you threaten, nah
At 24 like Sutherland
Wasn't buzzin' yet so I dumped the pen
At 25, quarter hundred clip
Got sick of these bum kids runnin' lip
At 26, while the cup of Cris and the blunt you hit
Make you dumb as shit
I run this shit
Ain't a thug in a clique
Like the bloods and the crips
But I'm cut for this
Thought I told ya stop playing on my name
I ain't fucking with these lames
It's a game, it's the gang
We are not one in the same
I am not the one to blame
Give a fuck 'bout what you claim
I ain't playing
Stop playing on my name
Stop the playing
Stop playing on my name
Stop the playing
Stop playing on my name
Stop the playing
We are not one in the same
I ain't playing
Stop playin on my name or my body
Served raw like sushi got the block hot like wasabi
Shoot to the top, slingshot, yeah, Ricky Bobby
Stop playing with me, boy, before we catch you in the lobby
Seen a whole lot of niggas changing like the seasons
Give a fuck about your logic
Give a fuck about your reason
Bitches getting sprayed everyday, yeah, over treason
Boys tryna cross me, all my homies eating
All of these niggas, they tryna finesse me
All of these bitches, they wanna molest me
Stick to the facts and I'm not with the guessing
Chasing a bag, ain't no time for the flexing
Far from a teacher, I'd teach you a lesson
Roll me a eighth, I'm relieving the tension
Flex on the low, I don't need the attention
Catch me a body, you know the profession
Yo Hovi, I got a question
Why these rappers keep talking aggressive
Think it's 'bout time that we caught their attention
Still in the game while they sit on the benches
They thinking they hard, but really they not
Say it's on sight, but they missing they shot
Thinkin' they tough, we thicken the plot
Cockin' the nine, we ready to pop