PLAY BALL (Original) Yus Gz (Ft. Jay Hound & Sdot Go)

[Intro: Yus Gz]
(Mm, nah, turn that up)
(Ayy, come here)
(Young Madz)
Grrah-grrah
Like—
(Honcho)
Like, brodie gon flick', he tryna—
(Ayy, come here)
Like, grrah
(Play ball)

[Verse 1: Yus Gz]
Okay, they wanna play
Like-like, I'm tryna do 'em like Zay (Grrah, grrah)
Like, bruh out the window, tryna catch a play (Grrah)
On the Sev', it get ugly, DOA
Fuck a GBG baby, bitch, I'm EBK (O-oo-oof)
Like-like—
Like, bend both ways, like
I'm tryna boom broad day, like
Bet they won't run when these bullets spraying
Don't run, bet they won't trip (Don't run)
Jdotty, he was itchin' to flick (Grrah)
Smoke Rip, that nigga slipped (Rippy)
Like, ain't no Ricky, watch that nigga trip
Like—, Ricky, brodie got 'em runnin' Rick (Likе, like)
Brodie got 'em runnin' Rick (Likе grrah)
Tryna push up on me, I'ma flick
They know my bop, Mr. Throw The Whole Clip (Throw the whole, graow)
Oh, he think he lit? Watch how I flick (Think he lit)
Like, watch how I move with the lick
Know bro gon' throw, watch his body drop
Before he could blow, niggas 'bout to dip (O-oo-oof)
We on the Sev' tryna catch us a lick (We on that shit)
She threw it back, guess she felt the stick (Grrah, grrah)
I got knocks, I ain't shaking no hips
Sally, Becky, Brenda clips (Grrah)
Like, fuck Ratty, he dead in a ditch (Ratty)
Like, when he run, sent the pic
Beam on the gun, I'ma get 'em hit (What up, bro?)
Last thing you heard was, "Don't run, don't trip"
Like pop out that cut, nigga, watch 'em rip (Where he goin'?)
Chase 'em, I get out of breath, I'ma flick
Get out of the way, like he tryna dip
Flock—flock 'em down, ain't no way he could (Grrah, grrah)
Flock 'em down, ain't no way he could (Like grrah)
Bullets fuck up the fabric, wherever it hit
Notti bop, poke your hips (Notti)
Totin' that G while she shaking that shit
Like, "Bae, you want Henny?", I don't sip (Nah)
Bitch, I'ma die off the lean, got me lit (Grrah, grrah)
Too much PTSD, who that in that whip?
Bend both ways, EBS slimed out Sim