Lil Bibby
Текст песни Play They Role

feat. Lil Herb

Park the audi on the side block
Hop out hit the corner everybody tryna swag joc
Lil herby bitch, I'm the man out here
Bitches stand out here, got the bands out here
If you cause a scene on the land out here
I just make a call and you stained out here
Now thats boss shit, and I talk shit
Cause my neck and wrist got me frost bit
Took this nigga bitch, now he stalking
He could buy her back at the auction
I be counting stacks, steady counting stacks
Add more towards, then I count it back
I never change nigga count on that
You ain't gotta hack, cause I'm balling
They get 2 streets till that heater go
Like they knees ain't strong and they falling
But I'm trained to go when my heater strong
They need me to ball, bitch I'm spalding
Jordan swish, they like shawty sick,
I'm in saxs 5th floor 46
When they hear my age, they go super sick
I'm a young nigga with a cougar bitch
I forever trap till I'm super rich
I don't gotta flex, I be cooling it
If you disrespect, let that ruger spit
Head shot, his medulla split
Ain't no leg shots, when I'm shooting shit
I got steph curry on the shooting tip
That's a hit and win, drop a nigga then hit again
Later catch me counting dividends

Big topper, no harley, call me young ali
Or mj, I've been great
Bow down at your sensei
I've been real, they been fake
Dope boy, I've been getting cake
I'm in the field, with the biggest steal
That tough talking that will get him killed
This shit is real, look baby I go nuts
I mean so nuts, board cars and I roll up
Might hop out and just post stuff
Grab some blunts, roll those up
Tell ... call some hoes up
Niggas say they fin to take off
But tell these niggas what's the hold up
Cause I ain't seen none, feel shit

You ain't seen none, know it's riches get
Big guns for the witnesses, no talking, I'm killing shit
And I walk around with like 7 thou
Nigga rob me, you was probably dreaming
Blow his brains out, what the fuck is you thinking
I stay strapped you must have been drinking
It's no lackin, my bro packing
See if I have broke clap him
Going hard it's a fucking classic
Kobe with the blunt, go pass it
I know the game like I'm at it
I got work but I'm taxing
I'm a tough when I'm in traffic
Call the ... dip pen whackin, uh!

Me and bibby steady killing tracks
Spending stacks and steady get em back
Sneak dissing we a ghetto whack
Keep visions, get them niggas back
I ain't with all it to the top
I ain't lying, I'm spittin facts
Cocaine flow, I'm spitting crack
30 shots clip I give them that
30 shots hit head he ain't coming back
No sympathy when a nigga whack
Street shitting me, I ain't feeling that
G shittin me, bitch I'm peeling racks
Saving hoes, I ain't into that
Training hoes then send em back
You bitch on me cause I'm getting that
I ain't saving money, I'm spending that
Range rover, take a spin in that
Forgiatos bitches digging that
20 models on a nigga acti
40 hallows sitting in the mat
Switching cars like I'm switching broads
No limit gang on my niggas ...
My niggas ain't fin to starve
My niggas broke you getting robbed
I'm in the booth, steady spitting bars
I'm a real deal, these niggas frauds
And I'm pulling these niggas cards
Lot of niggas tryina act hard
Let the gat spark,
Find his ass in the back yard.


Thanks to likinthecutt for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to LikInTheCutt for correcting these lyrics