Ain't Playin Fair

Thousand dolla jeans saggin hoppin out the g wagon

Dope up on the scale finna get the city crackin

Yicky in my coat case they pop out on some goofy shit

Chef boy are peezy wit the work I’m trynna cook the bitch

All up in the mix when we pop out in the land

We finna slide back like doors up on the mini van

And when it open up swear to god it’s goin up

Choppa heavy using both hands jus to hold it up

Aint that shit funny? peezy be the name

You Say you gettin money? Bitch I do the same thang

Black on black whip you can’t swerve up in this lane

Cuz shit be lookin different thru these Cartier frames

N I’m still gang, I spit it how I live it

Modify the blicky n it came wit some glitches

Can’t afford a feature bitch I’m raisin up my ticket

Box play bidness bout my bread n my biscuits

Puffin on exotics ain’t that shit ironic

Like How the whole gang we really came up from narcotics

Nana clip wit rockets sweep em up or mop it

Run em out they socks then we put em on they pockets

Ain’t nobody fuckin wit me I’m the hottest out

For the homies locked up in that cage free my dogs out

My bro up in the feds they caught him up wit hella weight

But when he touch down we poppin bottles jus to celebrate

Movin thru the city.. the land where they off’n shit

Shooters get the shootin n the pimps gon knock a bitch

Offa holt AVE.. got it for the low tag

Slidin in that foreign see the logo on the floe mat

Bitch I’m where the doe at prolly where the coke at

Wit a pint of Keisha n some perks we gon Poe that

Swear I’m on one, two into the 3

And the homies that I’m wit they all bang for the P

Keep it on stand by.. stackin up my bands high

Slippin round here is like steppin on a land mind

I ain’t even trippin, I don’t even care

Cuz I got these two glocks and it came by the pair

Pull around the block smell the smoke up in the air

Last year I made a Killin this year I ain’t playin fair