Richcurry30 - Playoffs Lyrics

Leave his brain On the street
For the chit chat
I'm pit, you a pup
That's Mitch match
Nigga ran off with yo shit
How he did that

Let that bitch go
You can't get shit back...

Price on my head
But my bitch push yo shit back

Dead or in jail
They remember you did right

Bitch Ima shoot
Got no time for no fist fight

Shit can go left
If you don't play ya part right

They say
Is hard right...

Watch me get back to this money
Play my cards right
Another felony my nigga
But alright
You shake my hand and look away
But is alright

But is all tight

H block
Lenox
I was juggin
All night

Parksidde
Winthrop
We was knocking
Ops out

Run up on me
Snatch sum
Ima knock ya
Lights out

G.G told me
Take off
Simbaly
With the stripes out

That fake shit
Gon rub off
Take a different
Route now
Show off
When I ball...
Cause I see
The scouts now
I know the day is coming
When I don't look at no price

I
Drop a couple jolly ranchers
In my dirty sprite

Why
Niggas think that
Ima let a nigga take my life

You niggas
Fried

If I leave
I'm leaving with my pipe

You niggas
High

Ask about me
I'll take yo life

You niggas
Lie

You ain't
Put No honey in ya rice

You in the
Way

You ain't ever
Had to do no time

I need the
Cake

That's why I'm out hea
Writing all these rhymes

You niggas
Fake

Claiming that you solid
But you break

Just
Incase

Keep a blixkys
Aim it at face