Lyrics

(Please don't press my buttons) I got time today, the Rollie was clocking Click, click, click, cock it I'ma ball, audible, options stiff arm Stay the fuck out my pockets I got the bread, I got the cheese I'm living supreme, the diamonds is toppings We just slide, no flip flopping My click live, no tick-tocking My truck died from kick boxing I'm on fire, you wishy-washy I got mine, you wrist watching Whip, whip, whip, stop it We don't play round ain't no playground Ain't not recess 'bout this here If you stay down, keep yo K 'round We gon' make it out this year (Please don't press my buttons) Ain't no play-play no playground 'round here, mane Ain't no play-play no playground 'round here, mane (Please don't press my buttons) If you play-play, don't play-play 'round here, mane If you play-play, don't play-play 'round here, mane (Please don't press my buttons) Who got the Anna, who want to plex? Fuck what you heard, say with your chest I just ball, I don't stretch You shot call, I digress Ain't no stop I can't rest You on pause, I'm at my best Ultimate warrior when I flex Picking up game, this ain't no Rec Ain't no hoe in my clique or my code that's fasho Haters thinking shit sweet 'til they hit for the low We don't play round, ain't no playground Ain't no recess 'bout this here If you play 'round in that K-round You won't make it out this year (Please don't press my buttons) Ain't no play-play, no playground 'round here, mane Ain't no play-play, no playground 'round here, mane (Please don't press my buttons) If you play-play, don't play-play 'round here, mane If you play-play, don't play-play 'round here, mane (Please don't press my buttons)
Writer(s): Justin Lewis Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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