[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Eh we ain't playing no more
And we gon get him gone
I used to
I used to sell [?]
We used to sell [?]
Out of mail rooms
And we [?] shell [?]
Now we [?]
We ain’t playing no more
Bring that Lambo out, cause we ain't playing no more
Iced my grill out, cause we ain't playing no more
[?] what I’m paying for
Look we ain't playing no

[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
I remember me and twin living in the trentches
Jumping over fences
In them hotels pimpin
Hiding guns in our bitches' perses
[?] already did my time [?] up under them low cielings
Grew up in the whole blooded house
[?]
Police outside killing kids, another cold killing
[?] with Fly Lucci, in a [?] Bentley
[?] no old Bentley [?] we made it nigga
Regardlous of all the obsticals and hating niggas
We sold full gravy nigga
Still avoiding child support, support your baby, nigga
We riding [?] 84's
[?] 80's nigga
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