lirik lagu f 8 k – play for keeps
[f 8 k: hook]
play with me you gon’ get whacked
put ‘em faces on a shirt
yeah you folded you a rat
got that drop yeah we gon’ slide
[f 8 k : verse 1]
pull up with shooters they aim for top
push up on ‘em now they calling the cops
playing for keeps middle finger to the opps
extended the clip and it came with a drum
i’m shoulder strapped and i filled it with knots
called for the gun play we came from the dirt
sipping that dirty and i’m geeked off the percs
slimey as ever and i ride with em steppers
loving that b~tch but i’m never gon trust her
i came for the hundreds you can keep all the extras
i’m f~cking his b~tch so i’m never gon text her
k!ll all the opps then i’m f~cking their b~tches
n~ggas be hoes so i keep me a glizzy
running em streets it was me and stick
paying in full ain’t doing no lease
stick to the code so im never gon speak
n~ggas be like why the f~ck is he preaching?
twice the 50 i’m one of the realest
she digging my flow yeah i’m one the coldest
stopping the time so i iced out the rolex
might f~ck around and leave his brain on the pavement
hollow tips ate up his face on the cement
you can get shot or you stick to your business
these n~ggas ain’t real i can’t even trust them
putting these b~tches up in they business
she folded now she done turned to a witness
unload the clip ain’t leaving no witness
real gang members handle the business
[f 8 k : hook]
play with me you gon’ get whacked
put em faces on a shirt
yeah you folded you a rat
got that drop yeah we gon’ slide
play with me you gon’ get whacked
put em faces on a shirt
yeah you folded you a rat
got that drop yeah we gon’ slide
[f 8 k: verse 2]
pull up with hittas they’ve take off your top
pack in the trunk i was dodging the cops
palm still be itching addicted to percs
he called me the bro but i know he ain’t blood
i know you ain’t solid , you talk to the opps
i catch you slipping then i’m calling your bluff
these n~ggas ain’t real so f~ck all the talking
you came with your stick i was still in there thuggin’
i know you a b~tch yeah i know you a snitch
i move with some steppers that gon’ k!ll for a brick
you stay acting tough but we know you a l!ck
he missed his shot so he got k!lled for that brick
catch you in traffic you know what’s gon happen
running these bands gotta get me a patek
play with the stick and i stay with a rocket
so don’t play with me ain’t no playboi carti
[f 8 k: hook]
play with me you gon’ get whacked
put em faces on a shirt
yeah you folded you a rat
got that drop yeah we gon’ slide
play with me you gon’ get whacked
put em faces on a shirt
yeah you folded you a rat
got that drop yeah we gon’ slide
[f 8 k : verse 3]
sh~tted on me gotta f~ck all these cheques up
right out the corner we was hanging with felons
i’m throwing the ones but i’m keeping the hundreds
these n~ggas be hoes these n~ggas ain’t hundred
gave my heart to the paper,i’m married
chasing these bands gotta get it like an athlete
gotta to run with the bag you would think it was madden
them 223 we don filled ‘em with cartridge
[f 8 k: hook]
play with me you gon get whacked
put em faces on a shirt
yeah you folded you a rat
got that drop yeah we gon’ slide
play with me you gon get whacked
put em faces on a shirt
yeah you folded you a rat
got that drop yeah we gon’ slide
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