Can't play no games with these niggas Can't play no games with these bitches Can't play no games with these niggas, they so fake and they phony Can't play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony Can't play no games with these bitches

Tupac back, Tupac back There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin' Riding brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand

Feeling like Phil when I make the play I light the streets where you are I did not come here from nothin' I need a whole lot of money Crossing these hoes out to featherweight Putting your bitches on layaway Niggas they know me from stuntin' All of my

An appreciation cake because Emax bought Eem a new house Eem new house got a backyard so he can fuck all of these bitches And have a crazy orgy in the backyard Emax the G.O.A.T To Bass be the glory Scum on these bitches, I slime on these bitches Want

I keep bad bitches all around me I got good drank, so my niggas and these bitches can't be straight They tryna down me But I don't give a fuck 'cause if my homies eatin', I'll always be straight They tryna clown me But I got blinders on and I see nothin'

Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (young and bad) P-P-Pull up in that Wraith, and make these bitches pledge allegiance Flood my neck with so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer Count up them racks (count up them racks) Run up a sack

Somebody save me, save me I fell in love with these streets, I seen a hundred thou' Started fuckin' bad bitches, I went running wild (gone) I just pray Papi forgive me, ain't seen my son a while (I pray) I go and pick him up from school to see him

You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe You a stupid hoe, yeah you a you a stupid hoe I said fuck a stupid ho and fuck a stupid hoe Ice my wrist-es then I piss on bitches You could suck my diznick, if you take these jizzes You don’t like them disses,

VVS on me, no igloo Don't let these bitches get in your head (Wheezy outta here) Fallin' out of love with Xanax Livin' my life on the edge I'm sacrificin' everything I did Oxy, I don't need alcohol I pop Rolexes like they Adderall Continuin', deliverin'

These bitches say they got love for their fans But they're fake and lie it's all a part of their plans The scene is plagued with fucking gimmicks and lies And you're a god damn fool if you trust a disguise. Hey kids, give me all your fucking money. Got a