We Ain’t Coming To Play

Ayy allie

Fuck around

Drake the swift ****, on your rep ****

Who ain't comin' to play

And I cold gauge, wipe up the first broad day

It was me, I left right in the car all day

Why her ass be a geek in the car in my?

Why her ass be a geek in the car in my face?

I ain't give up the ice, had a shot, went on play

They was stuck around jammin', why I fuck up the cake

Then I cuffed him the cake, that motherfuckin' drip

And it's can't be geekin' to go down the three

And I been down the three with a motherfuckin' P

I been down the three with a motherfuckin' P

Gen five, I ain't nothin' with a fuckin' show hatch

A thousand for a strike, you mad ****, that's a bet

I'm a catch, man, had a few round in a latch

And I caught up with set, next week it was strapped

**** free, twenty black, got 'em callin' collect

**** long the wide B, we gon' carry the weft

He got left from that cop, man, I knew his shit check

Shoot got hit in his arm, he got hit on them steps

I be shootin' that cop, you better come drop a rack

And I remember them days, stuck up higher than next

**** long the B, worried 'bout brother, you stuck

I was singin' drip, tryna leave his ass straight

**** free twenty in black got him called a collect

**** long the wide B we gone carry the west

He got left from that cop man I knew his shit check

Shoot got hit in his arm and got hit on the step

**** love this bro, these **** I fuck with

J, I fuck with the bad, I fuck with the good

Read the snitch, shit getting warm, but it ain't always real

**** sweet as shit, J, Jodie Cooper, I ain't fuck with you like shit