DON'T PLAY WITH SHAWTY A**
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Don't play with shawty
Don't play with shawty
Whip a new batch from scratch, huh
Relax, huh
Push a Hellcat like a Scat
Thirty-three racks in the back of the 'Bach, huh
Kel-Tec, ridin' shotgun in the Hellcat
Eat 'em off like a motherfuckin' Tic Tac
I am not the one, go dumb with the click-clack
Maxo Shaq, back 'em down, it's a mismatch
Heard he got robbed and he never got your get-back
Better get your shit, boy, you don't want the Colin Pratt
I got mine right here in a Prada bag
Play with the bitch, but don't play with shawty (What you want?)
Last nigga got it broad day, no Corona mask
Rob who? Take what? You ain't gotta ask (What you want?)
Slit a nigga wig with the SIG, then I go flex
Two hundred K, pushin' weight like a bench press (Hold up)
Hoppin' out the Corvette, nigga, I ain't done yet
I might just take off and buy me an island (What you want?)
I might just take off and pop me a molly
For the next forty-eight hours, I'm wildin'
Spark me a 'Wood and I take off the stress
Every red ball's got a problem like this
Diamond VV and they dancin', I'm flashin'
Two twenty-threes fill my mansion with ratchets (What you want?)
Backwoods, saw some big trees, no carbon
Hi-Tech, buy the coffin, sip lean like cough syrup
Ride around with three K's, Ku Klux, no Nazi
I'm servin' greens and beans, turn
Fiends into zombies (What you want?)
Kel-Tec, ridin' shotgun in the Hellcat (What you want?)
Eat 'em off like a motherfuckin' Tic Tac (What you want?)
I am not the one, go dumb with the click-clack (What you want?)
Maxo Shaq, back 'em down, it's a mismatch
Heard he got robbed and he never got your get-back (What you want?)
Better get your shit, boy, you don't want the Colin Pratt
I got mine right here in a Prada bag
Play with the bitch, but don't play with shawty (What you want?)
Last nigga got it broad day, no Corona mask
Rob who? Take what? You ain't gotta ask (What you want?)
Slit a nigga wig with the SIG, then I go flex
Two hundred K, pushin' weight like a bench press (Hold up)
Wockhardt in me, no Henny with the D'USSร
Countin' blue Benjis, pink fifties like a sweepstake (What you want?)
Hustle with the flow, pimp a ho like DJ (Hold up)
Walkin' through the city like Diddy, get my cheesecake
Stackin' up Pringles like Frito-Lay (Hold up)
I'm still proud of my penny like Dijonay (Hold up)
Watch me run through the sack, I'm the one with the trap
I'm the one with the straps, one-of-one Colin Pratt (What you want?)
Whip a new batch from scratch, huh (What you want?)
Whip the new batch from scratch, huh (What you want?)
Relax, huh (What you want?)
Push a Hellcat like a Scat (What you want?)
Thirty-three racks in the back of the 'Bach, huh (What you want?)
Okay, way up, back up, still up
Maxo, Maxo, Maxo, Maxo, Maxo
Run up on me, I'ma kill you
Yeah, if a nigga got my name in they mouth
Any of that shit, I'm still rockin' the same way
Only my angles change, nigga, I swear to God
Nigga strapped, it don't mean nothin'
Kill you on camera, real shit, real shit
Southwest Hades, Texas, nigga, all blacks and a couple Mexicans
Nah, nigga, we married
From Zoro Park to the end
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, Zoro Park Crib