Play Your Cards Right Grill Z (Ft. Real & Ruthless)

[Intro: Dominique]
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[Chorus: Grill Z]
Yeah, ooh
(Ooh)
I gotta stay high
(High…)
It's just like we fly, so high
(Ooh)
I gotta stay high
*breathes in*
I gotta stay high
I gotta stay high
(Ooh)
*breathes slightly on mic*
Oh no, oh no
(Ooh, I)

[Verse: Grill Z]
Ah!
Said I found myself sitting in my bedroom, listening to all these songs I never, never knew (High)
Some guy is tryna fight me, I ask him “What the fuck did I do?” (Yeah, high)
Turn that “PRIDE.” on, i’m feeling like i'm 'bout to turn into a muse
I don’t know who the fuck are you, I don't know it's you (Yeah, high, man)
Always in my (High) emails (Ooh), tryna make a fucking problem
(Gotta stay high) But I don't got a problem, why you tryna make a problem?
I just ain't about it, yeah
I just feel so crowded, yeah
I'm just addicted to the product, and you know that i'm about it
I just came up with the money, and you know that i'm proud of it
I just did it
I just took that Fenty, and that fucking Prada
Yeah, but let’s dig deeper
Yeah, yeah
I got WATERFALLS OF TEARS, but i’ll still blow up like a Creeper
Yeah, nah, nah
But we in this shit, so if you got a lot of blunts, would you let me hit? (Let's go!)
I’m never talking on my mind, i'm always worried on the grind (I said)
I be making all the hits, what the fuck you just said to me, you little shit?
My little cousin ain't wanna talk, so I shoot 'em ’round the block
And I hope he finds himself a-motherfucking-again
'Cause these are not just albums that I be making, this a motherfucking event