Yung MaunRoe, J8Y - Don't Play Lyrics

Shit nigga said it's YNG
We got a chopper with a dick with it, might go piss with it
These bitches talking shit tripping, don't get shit twisted
Homie Dizzy got the blick with him, he commit niggas
Your homie dead, got dismissed nigga, you consist with him
Got a different type of bitch
Trying to type me a message but she the
Type of bitch to make your hoe ass jealous
Her side nigga think we cool?
Imma run up his credit but he the
Type of nigga go and rat on a felon
We just, collar popping, we proper, but about business
They pop shot and cop callers these niggas bitches
We pack digits, we crack niggas that mad tripping
We been pimping but big balling, I'm about bitches
I'm winning the women that've driven or been in a Benz
Extending the Fendi depending the bitches we tend
We spinning, you hidden, in minutes you ducking my mans
I'm offending too many intended, we ended your friends
Bitches feeling different when you tell them you gone
I just say, I ain't tripping, I just wanted to bone
But i'm blaming other niggas cause my shit get cloned
Bust a play and hit the stu and watch my shit get blown
We got a chopper with a dick with it, might go piss with it
These bitches talking shit tripping, don't get shit twisted
Homie Dizzy got the blick with him, he commit niggas
Your homie dead, got dismissed nigga, you consist with him
Yeah, weighed him a brick
And I gave him the counterfeit
Wolf all that shit but I know he's not about the shit
Run me my token, lil nigga be talking shit
Move around nigga don't stop, so keep walking bitch
Came from the jungle my niggas, we made it out
Grip on the .40 I might just go take him out
Thought he was gangster, look at him, I call the bluff
Up in the blunt, cause you niggas done gassed him up
Got it in blood so you don't got to worry now
Out in the field with them bullets, might hurt him now
Shoot from a distance, i'm feeling like Curry now
Speaking on me might just go get you buried now
Pop for the gang you know imma do me
Nobody dead, then you can't call it beef
I done seen niggas bitch out in the streets
Don't do no talking, we do it and leave
Big bag, big swerve, yeah
Run up, you murked, yeah
Did my own dirt, yeah
Cap rap your words, yeah
6 G's on the scale, yeah
Send these fuck boys to hell, yeah
Run up on me ring the bell, yeah
See a pussy I can tell, yeah
Post on your block nigga I do not give a fuck
Run me my money i'm trying to be 100 up
Talking that shit but he won't ever knuckle up
Speaked on the gang like he really do know what's up
All of these niggas is bitches, they tail is tucked
Always be talking but not trying to run it up
Talking too much nigga let's go and sum it up
Walked on they street and ain't nobody fuck with us
We got a chopper with a dick with it, might go piss with it
These bitches talking shit tripping, don't get shit twisted
Homie Dizzy got the blick with him, he commit niggas
Your homie dead, got dismissed nigga, you consist with him
I don't play about my niggas
We play about these bitches and if
My homie hit that pussy, we ain't linking
And the way these niggas beefing, they remind me of bitches
You say Nebraska ain't shit, hit the O out by Lincoln
Got a bitch in the back with a Jazz Black & Mild
These niggas thinking they wild
When niggas fire you up
These niggas hawking you down
Fuck with fam you best get witness protection
Don't come hating on a nigga cause you getting neglected
This be Mauni on the beat said it's Yung MaunRoe
If a nigga new to know me nigga now they know
I got FL, got CA, got NE, got CO
My homies got ZWay, fam Backend, bro DayDay
I got many niggas
Go and ask my name
They gonna tell you i'm a rapper, I just play that game
To the top is where i'm going
From the bottom's where I came
But we play, with these bitches, you do the same
That's what i'm saying
We got a chopper with a dick with it, might go piss with it
These bitches talking shit tripping, don't get shit twisted
Homie Dizzy got the blick with him, he commit niggas
Your homie dead, got dismissed nigga, you consist with him

Shit nigga said it's YNG
We got a chopper with a dick with it, might go piss with it
These bitches talking shit tripping, don't get shit twisted
Homie Dizzy got the blick with him, he commit niggas
Your homie dead, got dismissed nigga, you consist with him
Got a different type of bitch
Trying to type me a message but she the
Type of bitch to make your hoe ass jealous
Her side nigga think we cool?
Imma run up his credit but he the
Type of nigga go and rat on a felon
We just, collar popping, we proper, but about business
They pop shot and cop callers these niggas bitches
We pack digits, we crack niggas that mad tripping
We been pimping but big balling, I'm about bitches
I'm winning the women that've driven or been in a Benz
Extending the Fendi depending the bitches we tend
We spinning, you hidden, in minutes you ducking my mans
I'm offending too many intended, we ended your friends
Bitches feeling different when you tell them you gone
I just say, I ain't tripping, I just wanted to bone
But i'm blaming other niggas cause my shit get cloned
Bust a play and hit the stu and watch my shit get blown
We got a chopper with a dick with it, might go piss with it
These bitches talking shit tripping, don't get shit twisted
Homie Dizzy got the blick with him, he commit niggas
Your homie dead, got dismissed nigga, you consist with him
Yeah, weighed him a brick
And I gave him the counterfeit
Wolf all that shit but I know he's not about the shit
Run me my token, lil nigga be talking shit
Move around nigga don't stop, so keep walking bitch
Came from the jungle my niggas, we made it out
Grip on the .40 I might just go take him out
Thought he was gangster, look at him, I call the bluff
Up in the blunt, cause you niggas done gassed him up
Got it in blood so you don't got to worry now
Out in the field with them bullets, might hurt him now
Shoot from a distance, i'm feeling like Curry now
Speaking on me might just go get you buried now
Pop for the gang you know imma do me
Nobody dead, then you can't call it beef
I done seen niggas bitch out in the streets
Don't do no talking, we do it and leave
Big bag, big swerve, yeah
Run up, you murked, yeah
Did my own dirt, yeah
Cap rap your words, yeah
6 G's on the scale, yeah
Send these fuck boys to hell, yeah
Run up on me ring the bell, yeah
See a pussy I can tell, yeah
Post on your block nigga I do not give a fuck
Run me my money i'm trying to be 100 up
Talking that shit but he won't ever knuckle up
Speaked on the gang like he really do know what's up
All of these niggas is bitches, they tail is tucked
Always be talking but not trying to run it up
Talking too much nigga let's go and sum it up
Walked on they street and ain't nobody fuck with us
We got a chopper with a dick with it, might go piss with it
These bitches talking shit tripping, don't get shit twisted
Homie Dizzy got the blick with him, he commit niggas
Your homie dead, got dismissed nigga, you consist with him
I don't play about my niggas
We play about these bitches and if
My homie hit that pussy, we ain't linking
And the way these niggas beefing, they remind me of bitches
You say Nebraska ain't shit, hit the O out by Lincoln
Got a bitch in the back with a Jazz Black & Mild
These niggas thinking they wild
When niggas fire you up
These niggas hawking you down
Fuck with fam you best get witness protection
Don't come hating on a nigga cause you getting neglected
This be Mauni on the beat said it's Yung MaunRoe
If a nigga new to know me nigga now they know
I got FL, got CA, got NE, got CO
My homies got ZWay, fam Backend, bro DayDay
I got many niggas
Go and ask my name
They gonna tell you i'm a rapper, I just play that game
To the top is where i'm going
From the bottom's where I came
But we play, with these bitches, you do the same
That's what i'm saying
We got a chopper with a dick with it, might go piss with it
These bitches talking shit tripping, don't get shit twisted
Homie Dizzy got the blick with him, he commit niggas
Your homie dead, got dismissed nigga, you consist with him