C-Sick - Play They Role lyrics

[Intro: Lil Herb] Let's get it NLMB, man these n***as ain't f**ing with me L's, L's [Verse 1: Lil Herb] Park the Audi on the side-block Hop out hit the corner, everybody tryna' swag jock Lil Herby b**h, I'm the man out here b**hes stand out here Got them bands out here If you cause a scene on the land out here I just make a call and you stained out here Now that's boss sh** And I talk sh** cause my neck and wrists got my frostbit Took this n***a b**h now he stalkin' He can buy her back at the auction I be countin' stacks, steady countin' stacks Add more to it then I count 'em back I will never change, n***a count on that You ain't gotta hack cause I'm ballin They be shootin' streets till they heater gone Like they knees ain't strong then they fallin' But I'm trained to go and my heater strong They need to ball, b**h, I'm Spalding Jordan's swish, they like "shorty sick" I'm in Sacks Fifth blowing forty six When they hear my age they go super sick I'm a young n***a wit' a cougar b**h I forever trap till I'm super rich Ion't gotta flex, I be coolin' it If he disrespect let that Ruger spit Head shot, his medulla split Ain't no leg shots when I'm shootin' sh** I got Steph Curry on the shootin' tip, that's a hit and win Drop a n***a then hit again Later catch me countin' dividends [Interlude: Lil Herb] Aye' Bibby let's get it man, f** these n***as up [Verse 2: Lil Bibby] Big chopper, no Harley Call me young Ali Or M.J, I been great Bow down to your sensei I been real, they been fake Dough boy, I been gettin' cake I'm in the field with the biggest steel That tough talkin', that'll get 'em k**ed This sh** is real, Lil Bibby I go nuts, I mean so nuts Foreign cars when I roll up Might hop out and just post up Grab some blunts, roll those up Tell bro call some hoes up n***as say they finna take off But tell these n***as "what's the hold up?" Cause I ain't seen nothin' k** sh**, you ain't seen nothin', know what snitches get Big guns for the witnesses No talkin', I'm k**in' sh** And I walk around with like seven thou' n***a rob me? You was probably dreamin' Blow his brains out What the f** was you thinkin' I stay stapped, you musta' been drinkin' It's no lackin' My bro packin' See a opp and have bro clap him Goin' hard its a f**in' cla**ic Kobe with the blunt, don't pa** it I know the game like I'm Madden I got work but I'm taxin' Armor tough when in I'm traffic Caught him at the light and then wacked him, uh [Interlude: Lil Herb] Told ya'll man n***as ain't f**in wit us, NLMB 150, I'm going back in, lets get it! L's [Verse 3: Lil Herb & Lil Bibby] [Lil Herb] Me and Bibby steady k**in' tracks Spending stacks and steady get 'em back Sneak dissin, we'll get em wacked Keep b**hes, get them n***as back [Lil Bibby] [I ain't with all the chitter chat I ain't lyin', I'm spittin' facts Cocaine flow, I'm spittin' crack 30 shot clip, I'll give him that] 30 shots hit, he ain't healin' back No sympathy when a n***a wacked Street sh** in me, I ain't feelin' that G' sh** in me, b**h, I'm peelin racks [Savin' hoes, I ain't into that Trainin' hoes and then send em back Your b**h on me cause I'm gettin, that I ain't savin' money, I'm spendin' that] Range Rovers, take a spin in that Forgiatos, b**hes diggin' that Horny models on a n***a sack 40 hollows sittin' in a Mac Switching cars like I'm swithin' broads No Limit gang, all my n***as stars Doors tinted on my different cars Foreign lot up in my b**h garage [My n***as ain't finna' starve My n***as broke? You gettin' robbed I'm in the booth steady spittin' bars I'm the real deal, these n***as frauds And I'm pullin' these n***as cards Lotta n***as tryna act hard, let the gat spark Find his a** in the backyard]