J.Styles - U playing With It lyrics

Wholesale k**ers take cheap shots You a ho, thats frail n***a, from a weak block In them skinny jeans, strutting like a peaco*k Spit crack, by any means then detox You ain't about that life in the hood poppin hammers When they say you nice they mean polite, good manners You lames, ain't worthy you a stranger to danger Oh i get it, you wait to you thirty become a gang banger Start, twisting your fingers up full of anger pistol tuck You old, don't mean you a o.g that been through stuff See everybody, a tough guy with the wild face Until you buckeyes like Ohio State Shells to your dome the mouths the weapon Now hells your home, south of heaven Here off my strength, no cosign How you spit it like a pimp with a ho's mind Uhah you just playing with it Uhah, hell naw we ain't wit it Come around, frontin save that sh** Motherf**a we dont play that sh** Motherf**a show em how you feel It means nothing, boy if it ain't real You spit sick, but you ain't ILL Spit dope like it came off a boat from Columbia Murder i wrote every note you can quote I'm hungrier Whats the problem you roll with goblins heathens by the pack You flow ain't got em nodding and leaning here's the smack In the garden of Eden with eve in my lap Pardon Ive been leading eating off a rap Uncanny sit down if you can't stand me Hear him spazzing O.D.B. at the Grammy's Ear gasams flows nose candy You grow mo' antsy to here me up the ante You let your can burst every damn verse Where you hide it skinny jeans man purse Get it like a banker you scream can't stand work Skip the gangster routine be a man first Keep it funky, like piss in the radiator Get money, 730 thats crazy paper Uhah you just playing with it Uhah, hell naw we ain't wit it Come around, frontin save that sh** Motherf**a we dont play that sh** Motherf**a show em how you feel It means nothing, boy if it ain't real You spit sick, but you ain't ILL No gimmicks Holmes Ive been nice Come up out that throne a minute after midnight You pumpkin pie black get bread pumper nickel You fronting guy you whack a chump a cripple Life ain't what its cracked up to be put the pipe down Ya wife shacked up with me i lay the pipe down Cut it out like a coupon or get laid out --- futon They sprayed up his house left his roof gone Stupid, that means your ruthless That just means your tops gone, useless Plus your buzz ain't big as your ego How you the head thug getting sonned by the ehoys