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STOP PLAYING
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Hip-Hop/Rap
STOP PLAYING was released on February 7, 2025 by Independent as a part of the album STOP PLAYING - Single
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Release DateFebruary 7, 2025
LabelIndependent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lesto Fremo
Lesto Fremo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gevorkian Artem Gennadievich
Gevorkian Artem Gennadievich
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dark Boy
Dark Boy
Producer
MixedByMooch
MixedByMooch
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Chorus
Sucker hunting, plotting hard on his mans.
Cold war, I don’t have a best friend.
Sucker hunting, plotting hard on his mans.
Cold war, I don’t have a best friend.
Could be sitting in the cage with no bail,
Praying that I ain’t got it wrong.
Praying that I ain’t got it wrong.
Verse 1
I turned my palms up out in the air,
Gods know I’m praying.
Dodge hitting nail,
Pack hit the mail,
Scoring the fifties and hundreds to the way.
I definitely need more money until I lay up.
My haters, they definitely watch me and they see me,
So I keep my distance in the limit.
My dawgs, they got and they really need me.
Verse 2
I keep it real with you,
Kept it real with myself.
Know I’m well committed.
I kept it real from the jump,
Still on the run,
I be on the mission.
Got too much shit in vault,
Too much risk involved.
Watch this brand-new foreign.
Kobe doing work,
Lakers pair of shoes,
Got me catching rings,
Even though I’m a loner.
Got him letting out of love,
Let his body heat in Arizona.
Bridge
Brand-new Trackhawk
Parked around my house.
Tell these lil boys, stop playing.
Feds did a sweep on my ass,
I’m staying solid.
Shit, I’m training.
Bitch seen my face in the court,
She knows I’m not fucking playing.
Got that get back for my mans.
Tell lil boy, stop playing.
Stop playing.
Chorus
Fifty shots running on ya ass,
Stop playing.
Fifty shots on your ass,
Stop playing.
Fifty shots running on ya ass,
Stop playing.
Fifty shots on your ass,
Stop playing.
Could be sitting in the cage with no bail,
Praying that I ain’t got it wrong.
Praying that I ain’t got it wrong.
Verse 3
I turned my palms up out in the air,
Gods know I’m praying.
Dodge hitting nail,
Pack hit the mail,
Scoring the fifties and hundreds to the way.
I definitely need more money until I lay up.
My haters, they definitely watch me and they see me,
So I keep my distance in the limit.
My dawgs, they got and they really need me.
Outro
No, I’m not fucking playing.
Got that get back for my mans.
Tell these lil boys, stop playing.
Stop playing.
Fifty shots running on ya ass,
Stop playing.
Fifty shots on your ass,
Stop playing.
Written by: Gevorkian Artem Gennadievich
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