Lil Rell - Don't Play Lyrics

I don't play on the beat i don't play wit my food
I don't play wit these niggas don't play wit these bitches
Don't play bout my money for that you get killed
And when we get it back we gone add up them figures
I'm up in her guts if she fight it I pace her I'm beating it up now I feel like a piston
I just told my brother just don't never switch up
Lets just load up them pistols them guns come wit switches
A two tone glock this a grey one
Smoking on loud like base pump
50 Gone rock Its a base drum
Bullet glue to yo head like a lace front
Nigga how you gone rob wit a fake gun
Goofy ass nigga
Nigga stealing for boys I'll take sum
She gone top the whole crew she a face gunk
I said wait Righty tighty lefty loosey
She really like me I'm in her Coochie
Get checks like Nike I'm feeling swooshy
I say goodnight and pour a deucey
You hang wit goofy's so you a goofy she give brain I call her Lucy
She scream my name I smack her booty try to snatch my chain now I'm going boosie
Her ass is so fat had to f*ck her a certain way
Break in her back imma f*ck up her vertebrae
Take the beat and I kill it they charge me for murder rape
Don't stop shooting don't take no commercial break
How u gone trap but you ain't never heard of yay
She on her knees but she ain't go to church today
Killers turned snitches a crazy conversion rate
Heat his ass up and then watch his flesh burn away
So much heat on the beat that I'm tired of scorching
Cause my flow retarted like a child disorder
If I need a brick I get a thousand ordered
Straight from Mexico we bout to crowd the border
And my trap jumpin we got loud and water
I don't owe no nigga I got wildest fortune
So if you say I O U I suggest you get your vowels in order
Got the AR call it Austin Rivers imma shoot this bitch till I exhaust the trigger
Like a crucifix you tried to cross a nigga so it's stupid clips make sure the coffin fit em
Like hol let's slow it down swift wit the glick imma slide wit the rounds
Brick after brick I'm providing the pounds
Big 36 we dividing it down
They see I'm up in my jam I'm up on the flow chart
Do a nigga like cam cause I gotta cold heart
Smokin on keef I feel like Kozart
You not painting blocks lil nigga got no art
Metal be on me I feel like a robot tryn break her back but I'm mad she got no arch
Bitches be green and u know they on go start niggas be bitches
Like they playing both parts
I gotta Thot my dick between her thigh put the pussy in a cast kitten damage
Bullet pop a nigga in the eye put him in a bag call that a chicken sandwich
It's a cold world got my wrist to manage told her give me space like a different planet
Sending twitter shots now you a missing bandit niggas
Tipping feds writing written pamphlets
I Spit on the mike when I'm cranking the beat she spit on the mike
When she taking the meat
Before I would fall I'd be raking a leaf what I made off today what you make in a week
And I just gotta glock Its a big ole freak it just said put the clip on me
Aim where I want it's gone spit on three
Leave a nigga slump in a big old creek
But Hol Let's get back to the business i trap for the digits
That crack I be spitting get wrapped in the kitchen
I'm taxing for pigeons to stack all my riches
The junkies get served and come back for a visit
And watch how I hop out the ride and hit every target I see in my eyes
Cook on the beat like a burger and fries
You living a lie if u snitch then you die
I don't play on the beat I don't play wit my food
I don't play wit these niggas don't play wit these bitches
Don't play bout my money for that u get killed
And when we get it back we gone add up them figures
I'm up in her guts if she fight it I pace her I'm beating it up now I feel like a piston
I just told my brother just don't never switch up
Lets just load up them pistols them guns come wit switches