Yeah, yeah
Bitch get out my way
Draco and I don't play
Bitch get out my way
Your fake I don't care what you say
Makin' my money all day
Draco and I don't play
Loud pack, in the backpack
Makin' our my money like the rat pack
Loud pack, in the backpack
Play two mill on a blackjack
Bitch get out my way
Your fake I don't care what you say
Makin' my money all day
Draco and I don't play
Loud pack, in the backpack
Makin' our my money like the rat pack
Loud pack, in the backpack
Play two mill on a blackjack
Smoking too much got my lungs feeling heavy
F*ckin' on your bitch, got my dick all in her tummy
Hit it from the back while I f*ckin' hit my duggie
Feeling like the joker cause everything is funny
Drip on the bag, on the shirt shit is Tommy
Open up the bag I swear to god that shit is money
Shoot him in the face cause he smile, ain't shit funny
His bitch was laughing too swear to god that hoe got lucky yeah
Mamma man I'm spazzin' again
Nigga going crazy got me stabbin' you mans yeah
Yeah i'm running from the cops again yeah
Yeah i'm running from the cops again yeah
Pull it back aim head shot then bam yeah
Aim head shot then bam
Ima' pull it back aim head shot then bam yeah
Head shot then bam yeah
Ain't your homie yeah
Ain't your mans
Don't run up on me talking bout' that shit again nah
Nigga get spilled again
F*ck around get hit, get drilled again
Nigga want the beef, need the time to win
Nigga want the beef, need the time to win
All my homie's right here down to win
All my homie's right here down to win cause
Bitch get out my way
Your fake I don't care what you say
Makin' my money all day
Draco and I don't play
Loud pack, in the backpack
Makin' our my money like the rat pack
Loud pack, in the backpack
Play two mill on a blackjack
Bitch get out my way
Your fake I don't care what you say
Makin' my money all day
Draco and I don't play
Loud pack, in the backpack
Makin' our my money like the rat pack
Loud pack, in the backpack
Play two mill on a blackjack
I sittin' back, countin' the fetti
Call up the gang and you know that they ready
Throwing up shots i'm wetty
Try to run up but you soft as a teddy
Look like KFC with a hundred round drum stick
When I pull up better run quick
HHC I ain't playin' with that f*ck shit
Pistol to his neck now he wanna change the subject
Yeah, yeah
I'm with your bitch, she give me face
On the top floor with the view of the bay
Just called the plug said the pack's on the way
Stay on the low cause the feds on my case
Glock on my waste, just to be safe
You never know who gon' turn to a snake
They want me to talk, I got nothing to say
All I can say is that we do not play gang, gang
Bitch get out my way
Your fake I don't care what you say
Makin' my money all day
Draco and I don't play
Loud pack, in the backpack
Makin' our my money like the rat pack
Loud pack, in the backpack
Play two mill on a blackjack
Bitch get out my way
Your fake I don't care what you say
Makin' my money all day
Draco and I don't play
Loud pack, in the backpack
Makin' our my money like the rat pack
Loud pack, in the backpack
Play two mill on a blackjack
Don't Play (feat. DracoMusic & HHC Georgie) Video (MV)
Performed By: Wildo
Language: English
Length: 4:04
Written by: Wildo, Ian George, Jake Holmstrom, William Nellor
Wildo - Don't Play (feat. DracoMusic & HHC Georgie) Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah
Bitch get out my way
Draco and I don't play
Bitch get out my way
Your fake I don't care what you say
Makin' my money all day
Draco and I don't play
Loud pack, in the backpack
Makin' our my money like the rat pack
Loud pack, in the backpack
Play two mill on a blackjack
Bitch get out my way
Your fake I don't care what you say
Makin' my money all day
Draco and I don't play
Loud pack, in the backpack
Makin' our my money like the rat pack
Loud pack, in the backpack
Play two mill on a blackjack
Smoking too much got my lungs feeling heavy
F*ckin' on your bitch, got my dick all in her tummy
Hit it from the back while I f*ckin' hit my duggie
Feeling like the joker cause everything is funny
Drip on the bag, on the shirt shit is Tommy
Open up the bag I swear to god that shit is money
Shoot him in the face cause he smile, ain't shit funny
His bitch was laughing too swear to god that hoe got lucky yeah
Mamma man I'm spazzin' again
Nigga going crazy got me stabbin' you mans yeah
Yeah i'm running from the cops again yeah
Yeah i'm running from the cops again yeah
Pull it back aim head shot then bam yeah
Aim head shot then bam
Ima' pull it back aim head shot then bam yeah
Head shot then bam yeah
Ain't your homie yeah
Ain't your mans
Don't run up on me talking bout' that shit again nah
Nigga get spilled again
F*ck around get hit, get drilled again
Nigga want the beef, need the time to win
Nigga want the beef, need the time to win
All my homie's right here down to win
All my homie's right here down to win cause
Bitch get out my way
Your fake I don't care what you say
Makin' my money all day
Draco and I don't play
Loud pack, in the backpack
Makin' our my money like the rat pack
Loud pack, in the backpack
Play two mill on a blackjack
Bitch get out my way
Your fake I don't care what you say
Makin' my money all day
Draco and I don't play
Loud pack, in the backpack
Makin' our my money like the rat pack
Loud pack, in the backpack
Play two mill on a blackjack
I sittin' back, countin' the fetti
Call up the gang and you know that they ready
Throwing up shots i'm wetty
Try to run up but you soft as a teddy
Look like KFC with a hundred round drum stick
When I pull up better run quick
HHC I ain't playin' with that f*ck shit
Pistol to his neck now he wanna change the subject
Yeah, yeah
I'm with your bitch, she give me face
On the top floor with the view of the bay
Just called the plug said the pack's on the way
Stay on the low cause the feds on my case
Glock on my waste, just to be safe
You never know who gon' turn to a snake
They want me to talk, I got nothing to say
All I can say is that we do not play gang, gang
Bitch get out my way
Your fake I don't care what you say
Makin' my money all day
Draco and I don't play
Loud pack, in the backpack
Makin' our my money like the rat pack
Loud pack, in the backpack
Play two mill on a blackjack
Bitch get out my way
Your fake I don't care what you say
Makin' my money all day
Draco and I don't play
Loud pack, in the backpack
Makin' our my money like the rat pack
Loud pack, in the backpack
Play two mill on a blackjack
Bitch get out my way
Draco and I don't play
Bitch get out my way
Your fake I don't care what you say
Makin' my money all day
Draco and I don't play
Loud pack, in the backpack
Makin' our my money like the rat pack
Loud pack, in the backpack
Play two mill on a blackjack
Bitch get out my way
Your fake I don't care what you say
Makin' my money all day
Draco and I don't play
Loud pack, in the backpack
Makin' our my money like the rat pack
Loud pack, in the backpack
Play two mill on a blackjack
Smoking too much got my lungs feeling heavy
F*ckin' on your bitch, got my dick all in her tummy
Hit it from the back while I f*ckin' hit my duggie
Feeling like the joker cause everything is funny
Drip on the bag, on the shirt shit is Tommy
Open up the bag I swear to god that shit is money
Shoot him in the face cause he smile, ain't shit funny
His bitch was laughing too swear to god that hoe got lucky yeah
Mamma man I'm spazzin' again
Nigga going crazy got me stabbin' you mans yeah
Yeah i'm running from the cops again yeah
Yeah i'm running from the cops again yeah
Pull it back aim head shot then bam yeah
Aim head shot then bam
Ima' pull it back aim head shot then bam yeah
Head shot then bam yeah
Ain't your homie yeah
Ain't your mans
Don't run up on me talking bout' that shit again nah
Nigga get spilled again
F*ck around get hit, get drilled again
Nigga want the beef, need the time to win
Nigga want the beef, need the time to win
All my homie's right here down to win
All my homie's right here down to win cause
Bitch get out my way
Your fake I don't care what you say
Makin' my money all day
Draco and I don't play
Loud pack, in the backpack
Makin' our my money like the rat pack
Loud pack, in the backpack
Play two mill on a blackjack
Bitch get out my way
Your fake I don't care what you say
Makin' my money all day
Draco and I don't play
Loud pack, in the backpack
Makin' our my money like the rat pack
Loud pack, in the backpack
Play two mill on a blackjack
I sittin' back, countin' the fetti
Call up the gang and you know that they ready
Throwing up shots i'm wetty
Try to run up but you soft as a teddy
Look like KFC with a hundred round drum stick
When I pull up better run quick
HHC I ain't playin' with that f*ck shit
Pistol to his neck now he wanna change the subject
Yeah, yeah
I'm with your bitch, she give me face
On the top floor with the view of the bay
Just called the plug said the pack's on the way
Stay on the low cause the feds on my case
Glock on my waste, just to be safe
You never know who gon' turn to a snake
They want me to talk, I got nothing to say
All I can say is that we do not play gang, gang
Bitch get out my way
Your fake I don't care what you say
Makin' my money all day
Draco and I don't play
Loud pack, in the backpack
Makin' our my money like the rat pack
Loud pack, in the backpack
Play two mill on a blackjack
Bitch get out my way
Your fake I don't care what you say
Makin' my money all day
Draco and I don't play
Loud pack, in the backpack
Makin' our my money like the rat pack
Loud pack, in the backpack
Play two mill on a blackjack
Writer: Wildo, Ian George, Jake Holmstrom, William Nellor
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid