lirik lagu project youngin & foolio - stop playin
[intro: project youngin & ynw melly]
brrat
lil’ project youngin, man, can’t tell me nothin’, man
ynw, bbg, yeah
silly me, i can rap for anything
[chorus: ynw melly & project youngin]
yeah, b-tch, look at the ice on my wrist (my wrist)
watch how i f-ck on your b-tch (your b-tch)
pull up and shoot at your sh-t (brrat)
can’t f-ck with the jit (nah)
heard he a lil’ p-ssy lil’ b-tch (lil’ p-ssy)
heard he ain’t really got racks and he flexin’ on instagram with his dawg’s sh-t (b-tch)
he my lil’ fan, he a hater (yeah)
mad he ain’t got no paper (no paper)
stay in your lane, i’m doing my thing
i’ma send these shots at your taper
mad ’cause i came up rich, lil’ n-gg- (for real)
i’ll f-ck your b-tch, lil’ n-gg- (on my mama)
i’ma keep on stuntin’, gettin’ this money
know it make you sick, lil’ n-gg-
what it is? what it ain’t?
send shots at the opps, then laugh to the bank
i’m in love with ben frank
same ‘fit four days but jit got cake
but jit got figures
they call him john gotti, got hitters on hitters
lil kojack, i’m with him
and youngin, he poppin’ them jiggas like skittles
i’m poppin’ them perkies
steph curry talk, girl, i stay with two thirties
my youngins be splurging
armed deep in the jeep and you know we be lurking
sh-t wet like a coochie
all my friends are dead, i feel like lil uzi
my life like a movie
just got me a cougar and f-cked me a juvie
she said she a stripper (why?)
b-tch, suck on this d-ck, then i might tip you
send melly to blitz you
and youngin behind me, you know he my hitter
you know that’s my n-gg-
you know that’s my k!ller, you know that’s my n-gg-
get bust like a swisher
i’m talkin’ my sh-t but don’t need no tissue
[chorus: ynw melly & project youngin]
yeah, b-tch, look at the ice on my wrist (my wrist)
watch how i f-ck on your b-tch (your b-tch)
pull up and shoot at your sh-t (brrat)
can’t f-ck with the jit (nah)
heard he a lil’ p-ssy lil’ b-tch (lil’ p-ssy)
heard he ain’t really got racks and he flexin’ on instagram with his dawg’s sh-t (b-tch)
he my lil’ fan, he a hater (yeah)
mad he ain’t got no paper (no paper)
stay in your lane, i’m doing my thing
i’ma send these shots at your taper
mad ’cause i came up rich, lil’ n-gg- (for real)
i’ll f-ck your b-tch, lil’ n-gg- (on my mama)
i’ma keep on stuntin’, gettin’ this money
know it make you sick, lil’ n-gg-
[verse 2: project youngin]
ayy, f-ck that lil’ n-gg-, you heard what i said (f-ck that lil’ n-gg-)
if he got a problem, then it’s off with his head, i’m droppin’ that bread
cuz, what you muggin’ me for? why you mad at me?
i struggled in them same trenches, got up off the benches
lot of people so proud of me
i came through stunting, know i’m getting this money, ayy
project youngin, man, can’t tell me nothin’, man
b-tch, ain’t sh-t funny
ain’t sh-t to get you touched
d-ck in the glock, send sh-lls to your gut
i’m a rich n-gg-, i’ma buy your b-tch
then treat her like a sl-t
it’s me and lil melly, 100k
gettin’ this money a hundred ways
i’m paid, even this money don’t make you happy
thinkin’ ’bout my n-gg-s doin’ days for days
locked up in that can, free them n-gg-s
i got bands, so i send them hitters
[chorus: ynw melly & project youngin]
yeah, b-tch, look at the ice on my wrist (my wrist)
watch how i f-ck on your b-tch (your b-tch)
pull up and shoot at your sh-t (brrat)
can’t f-ck with the jit (nah)
heard he a lil’ p-ssy lil’ b-tch (lil’ p-ssy)
heard he ain’t really got racks and he flexin’ on instagram with his dawg’s sh-t (b-tch)
he my lil’ fan, he a hater (yeah)
mad he ain’t got no paper (no paper)
stay in your lane, i’m doing my thing
i’ma send these shots at your taper
mad ’cause i came up rich, lil’ n-gg- (for real)
i’ll f-ck your b-tch, lil’ n-gg- (on my mama)
i’ma keep on stuntin’, gettin’ this money
know it make you sick, lil’ n-gg- (ugh)
[outro]
yeah, man, this dr. boosie, yeah, free me, man
y’all already know what time it is, boy
love to all the real n-gg-s, man
shout out to everybody doing time, you feel me?
don’t never, don’t never give up, no you feel me?
it’s hard as sh-t out there, but if you gon’ count your sh-t
all the real n-gg-s gettin’ money, you already know…
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