Drumma Boy - Foul Play lyrics

[Verse 1] Don't even play with me n***a I'll pay the hell out them k**as (yeah) I went and went on a mission stood on the block with them n***as (yeahhh) They ain't got nothin' but respect I ain't got nothin' but a check (aye) That fishin ware(?) I'm a vet I hang this b**h out a vette (hahaa) You p**y n***as get wet you p**y n***as get sprayed And while y'all worried bout me n***a you p**y n***as get paid (dayumm) I got a black California(?) I drive that b**h when I want (yeah) A spanish b**h in Miami I f** that b**h when I want (thats riiight) I got a chopper outside It's in the back of my ride (ride) I put one in the hole and shoot that b**h till I'm tired (boom) We gangstas we move in silence respecting nothing but violence I'm k**in' thanks to my stylist lets have a moment of silence shhh (Aye) [Hook] Half a million in cars in your drive way (drive way) Just put another quarter mil on the highway (yeah) Got it all on tonight the b**hes fillin' em (yeahhh) And every time I step out you I'm k**in' em (lets go!) Foul play! Im talkin' foul play I put the rollie on and k**ed them n***as all day (hahaa) Foul play! Im talkin' foul play Where I'm from you pussies get hit up like err day (lets go!) [Verse 2] I gots no love for these n***as there ain't no need to be friends (nah) I get no roll from them figgas ain't not need to pretend (hahaa) I lost some paper in (?) bounced back beat my cases (dayumm) Say he comin with fifty think I met him Ma**es(?) (thats riiight) I'm talkin so many birds look like we having a feast (feast) I'm talkin so many birds filled up the back of caprice (woo) When I fell out with my plug look I went straight to the store (yeah) And then i rolled through my hood pa**ed out them choppas galore (aye) Only ones hating on young is s**a n***as and rappers (why) I know two things they ain't thats real n***as and trappers (yeah) I just copped me a rollie cost a new Maserati (dayum) 458 with exhaust that b**h sound like a Bugatti whats hattnin [Hook] [Verse 3] Got them extendos in 40's them b**hes look like they ladders (dayumm) Take a 125 I whip that b**h like its batter (woo) They just rap bout this sh** I shot out the trap bout this sh** (aye) Gave me a back full of wolves got me for like half of that brick (yeahhh) I drop that window in traffic you just start clickin' and clackin' (aye) You swear it was paparazzi the way them b**hes was flashin' (hahaa) Got on them gloves man I'm k**in' I'm boutta catch me a body (yeah) She come upstairs and they f**in' she gone be catchin' the lobby (that riiight) I don't know nothin' but k**as (nothin' but k**as) I don't know nothin' but dealas (nothin' but dealas) This is ain't nothin' but rap (wa**up) I don't fear none of you n***as (nah) Im talkin poppin the choppers n***a (boom) and wipin' the prints (wipin' the prints) Im talkin white on red lamb I swear it look like a mint you know [Hook]