[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
Oh, for real, l'il bitch tell me you ain't know
You ain't heard about them niggas servin' lean for the low
L'il nigga, stop playin' you ain't got no poke
Not for real, by any means, I cannot go broke
Why you pull that pistol out, if you not gon' blow
Nigga, hol' up, wait a minute, you do not wanna smoke
Sorry nigga, out my way, so when them nights get low
I ain't trippin' on that bitch, that is not my hoe
They be sippin' by the ounce, then they talk 'bout fours
We will beat you niggas up at our own damn shows
You can't do it like this; you ain't pot no roast
You can't do it like this; you ain't pot no roast
[Chorus]
Stop playin'
L'il nigga, stop playin'
Quit playin', lil bitch, stop playin'
L'il bitch, stop playin'
Stop playin', stop playin'
[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
Stop playin' with me
L'il bitch, you can't lay up with me
And if you stayin, you ain't stayin for free
I gotta pull up on this nigga, tryin' say he'll beef
I ain't sayin' he a shooter, but I'm sayin' he sweet
I ain't fuckin' with these niggas to be sayin' the least
You the type of nigga try and go and pay for a fee
I'm the type of nigga spendin' paychecks on my feet
I use to fuck a different bitch like every day of the week
I used to pop so many bars I couldn't stand on my feet
I'm on the perky right now, I'm just sayin' I'm geeked
Mr roll-up, hol' up, watch your main bitch hoe up
We go-a slower, I got lean in my Cola
She dole up, tol' her drugs make a nigga throw up
We smoke her or what, yeah Shoreline really go up
You know her, so what, nigga what the fuck you know of
These niggas on us, so I had to switch my flow up
Oh, for real, l'il bitch tell me you ain't know
You ain't heard about them niggas servin' lean for the low
L'il nigga, stop playin' you ain't got no poke
Not for real, by any means, I cannot go broke
Why you pull that pistol out, if you not gon' blow
Nigga, hol' up, wait a minute, you do not wanna smoke
Sorry nigga, out my way, so when them nights get low
I ain't trippin' on that bitch, that is not my hoe
They be sippin' by the ounce, then they talk 'bout fours
We will beat you niggas up at our own damn shows
You can't do it like this; you ain't pot no roast
You can't do it like this; you ain't pot no roast
[Chorus]
Stop playin'
L'il nigga, stop playin'
Quit playin', lil bitch, stop playin'
L'il bitch, stop playin'
Stop playin', stop playin'
[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
Stop playin' with me
L'il bitch, you can't lay up with me
And if you stayin, you ain't stayin for free
I gotta pull up on this nigga, tryin' say he'll beef
I ain't sayin' he a shooter, but I'm sayin' he sweet
I ain't fuckin' with these niggas to be sayin' the least
You the type of nigga try and go and pay for a fee
I'm the type of nigga spendin' paychecks on my feet
I use to fuck a different bitch like every day of the week
I used to pop so many bars I couldn't stand on my feet
I'm on the perky right now, I'm just sayin' I'm geeked
Mr roll-up, hol' up, watch your main bitch hoe up
We go-a slower, I got lean in my Cola
She dole up, tol' her drugs make a nigga throw up
We smoke her or what, yeah Shoreline really go up
You know her, so what, nigga what the fuck you know of
These niggas on us, so I had to switch my flow up
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