Dontplaydat Nana (Ft. Buddy)

[Chorus: Buddy]
Your baby mama had a fade back in the day, boy (Don't play that)
You still treat Taka like Tanger Ray, boy (Don't play that)
You snitch on your homies like it's a thing, boy (Don't play that)
You walkin' 'round callin' yourself a king, boy (Don't say that)
Homie, don't, nah, homie don't play that (Nah)
Homie, don't, nah, homie don't play that (Yeah)
My homies don't, my homies don't play that (Yeah)
Homie, don't, my homies don't play that

[Verse 1: Nana]
I recognize your type every time you around
Just a little too eager, you always dyin' to sound
Like you really the guy, we all know you ain't him
Everything is a lie, nigga, trust I've seen
Asking who tryna match, but ain't got no bud
You all in the streets tellin' niggas you really the plug
I mean, damn, bruh, you always wanna borrow a dub
Then go to the 'Gram like you got it outta the mud
Like you active, but your way of thinkin' and livin' is backwards
Always lyin' about the women you smashin'
Hood-hoppin', still cappin' in captions
And act as if you ain't lackin'
You always where every barber shop debate at
Askin', "Where the hoes?", "Where the Bombay at?"
Owe niggas money, but you never try and pay that
If you broke, that's fine, too, nigga, just say that