เนื้อเพลง Play Wit Us - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Them n*ggas ain't gon' f*ck with us
B*tch, name a n*gga play with us
You know we kept them K's with us
Shout out the Rippah for makin' the beat)

Smokin' dope with my hitter, plottin' on the next one
He said, "All behind Youngboy, I'm gon' stretch somthin'"
I told him, "All behind that check, you better we5 somethin'"
We swervin' with them thang, it's back to back until you n*ggas bleed
I don't know nothin' but 4KTrey, I'm tryna t-shirt the b*tch
So I can't trust my own n*ggas, that's how deep this sh*t get
I'm screamin' death before dishonor and I stuck with the sh*t
But now you crossed me, I'm so slimey, got no love for a b*tch
The feds came and got Tekashi, I been thinkin' that I'm next
I'm screamin' murder 'bout my n*gga and now I'm gettin' that off my chest
One scary b*tch that I ain't get and I ain't stoppin' 'til he stretched
B*tch you fumblin' through yo' sh*t and send bullets through yo' neck
In the club screamin' out, "Who want it?" Fill my pocket with bodies
I got them pounds on the couch, the chopper right by the faucet
I just got 80 for a show, street n*ggas spent the deposit
Plus I spent 50 for a jet, b*tch, I ain't trippin', I got it

I'm steady drawin' blood for blood like catch this slug
Them n*ggas shouldn't have played with us, uh-uh, uh
Foolio let that hammer bust, slip one time and you bite the dust
That's when you n*ggas die (B*tch ass n*gga)
Guns in retaliation, ask me what to make, I say, "A body"
Them drugs bring it out and I can't hide it
Tryna link me to some sh*t, I told 'em I don't know about it
B*tch, I'm bangin' 4KTrey, they all gon' lay, we swing that chopper

They talk the sh*t, but they just better keep they head on
You play, you die, but on this side, we call it "dead wrong"
I'm sendin' prayers to the sky, my n*gga dead and gone
So I be aimin' at yo' noggin' 'til yo' head blown
After me, police tryna cuff me 'cause I run the streets
It's double G, shoot a n*gga up, you ain't gon' f*ck with me
It's up with me, face on a T, ain't stoppin' 'til they all deceased
I throw them 3s, I bang them Bs
I wiped his nose, the b*tch ain't sneeze
I tote a Glock, they tote a Baretta, plus this b*tch a 9
Uh, this happen every time
Yeah, they shoulda known he slime
Talkin' out his top, this p*ssy b*tch done must have lost his mind
Caught up in that fire (B*tch), wish you never tried
Strap them Ks now, fiendin' for blood, nobody want play now
You get shot in yo' face, huh
Them young n*ggas wild, ain't nobody safe now
Montana been two times, caught a body at the same time, up the rate, huh
Gutter sound like drum line, and this one for Ben, man
It's okay now

Guns in retaliation, ask me what to make, I say, "A body"
Them drugs bring it out and I can't hide it
Tryna link me to some sh*t, I told 'em I don't know about it
B*tch, I'm bangin' 4KTrey, they all gon' lay, we swing that chopper
I'm steady drawin' blood for blood like catch this slug
Them n*ggas shouldn't have played with us, uh-uh, uh
Foolio let that hammer bust, slip one time and you bite the dust
That's when you n*ggas die (Dead, you can't say sh*t)