Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jhamauri M Slack
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jhamauri M Slack
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
1010
Engineer
Lyrics
I ain't tryna play with you, lil' shawty, I don't really tryna be with you
No, I don't care about being exhausted, I'mma still tend to you
We waiting, boss, we finna go shop, might bring out them scissors for you
I don't wanna want it, ain't no **** come like me
My lil' brother gangsta, he gotta move right
Diamonds hittin' up bright, but I call this shit fire
When it come to that business, I still wear the rifle
I'm never pretendin, I'm some ****'s iron
Dirty lickin' this bitch, I ain't nothin' like a spider
Pull up Lamborghini, big cat with the tire
I'm lettin' off gunfire, I ain't no fighter
Tryna make me mad, but want me to touch her
We gotta elevate, fuck fussin' and fightin
I know shit happen, so don't think, fuck forever
Get mad, then I turn right back to the devil
Been trapped with that ****, but that shit a teller
How you look over me when you ain't on my level
I want money for the sakes, that ain't on my schedule
We gon' fuck, but I gotta go get the child
I'ma do a lot for you, but you don't even know that
Puttin' the money on the way, I ain't even gon' show that
I be the child, but these bitch **** know that
**** turn into cows, but they think we ain't see that
Throw the bitch shit down, she like, tell me why I see that
Look at lil' T and them **** wanna be him
Look at lil' T and them **** wanna be that
Way to Chicago, ask him where the tree at
Put that switch on that bus as he stackin' bags
All them greyhounds face covered up with a mask
I hit for them switches, I had a whole bag
I'm stocked on magazines, but they mad
Hundred round, fifty round, joint like yeah
They gon' make me tweak on they ass
I ain't tryna play with you, lil' child
I'm really tryna be with you
No, I don't care about being exhausted
I'ma still tend to you
We wait in Boston, we finna go south
When I break out, those cells is for you
On one to one, it ain't no **** come like me
I'm still in the street tryna dodge a indictment
For the bitch I told her, I don't need you no more
Was it worth it for her
Told her, sorry, I ain't tryna play with her
I practiced a lot
Told her, baby, we didn't play for her
Told her, baby, we didn't play for her
I told her, sorry, I ain't tryna play
I told her, I told her
I told her, sorry, I ain't tryna play with her
Written by: Jhamauri M Slack