Stop Playin' ft. JMoneyy Lyrics

Stop Playin'

Bitch

Yeah

Come on

You can't come around us

Bitch you not gang

I'm finna go out of state

Cause all these hoes getting lame

After the call, Mike Breen,

Lil nigga I'mma bang

Boy, the city hot as hell

Man, you better carry flame

Cold bitch on my side

This my newer bitch

Don't act off, around the guys

Just be cool and shit

You never put in the work

That's why you lose and shit

Put the mic down

You do not know what to do with this

Will never switch on my brotha

Bitch, we locked in

If I ever pop out with a bitch

Just know she top ten

Talk wrong on the paint

You getting boxed in

Why is these hoes niggas telling

You is not ten

Tell the bitch it's not a game

Cause it's only up

My nigga only care about money

Say he voting Trump

My momma think I'm being healthy

All my bitches plump

You can't run from your karma

You ain't Forrest Gump

Niggas love to air it all

Wanna say they blunt

And they lame with no money

They don't get no cunt

Los coming through with a, ,

You gon' hear a dunt

Jump ain't even in NFL

Making niggas punt

I'm all about my bands, gang

I get the tripping cause I'm paid.

Two fours in the clip

We gon' give his ass a fade

When I touch some paper

I swear I celebrate like a parade

Don't get pissed on

Cause I'ma up the score

Like I'm Cade

What you doing later

Come on, let me stay the night

About to see if Jizzle got gun in

Cause I do not fight

You know I want your other friend

Go and get the one I like

I gave her two thumbs up

And told that bitch to take a hike

They was fucking with Mutumbo

We gon' double back

I had thought it was a fluke

Till I doubled that

Passed the 9 to B-ro(Burrow)

He a quarterback

Get it through the mail

They sick

I then ordered that

I want extras with my chicken

I ain't order flats

Boy think I want his hoe

I ain't call her back

If I say I want his hoe

Brodie calling slaps

If I say I want his head

Bet he get it tapped

You better put that hammer down

Cause it ain't shit to send the blitz

I don't care about no broad

Cause it ain't shit to up a bitch

You gotta stay down or stack it up

Until you getting rich

Check the sco'

All my niggas pushing shots up like the Knicks

If my team down

I'm the one that get a bucket

Wasn't you just on my dick last year

You know what , fuck it

I think she wanna ring

But I was really thinking tuck it

Stop talking about a lot of money

You ain't never touched it

Nigga posted in the hood, he be ducked off

And the nigga not stepping, he is not Hoff

Like a nigga was crack, he done turned soft

If a nigga was Steph(en), he'd be Hawk

We can stop right now, let the beat walk Niggas playing the wrong game

They gon' be chalked

Chilling with this one thing

Got her cheeks caulked

You can't learn to be real

That can't be taught

What these niggas on

Jizzle put em' in they place

O he in the Zone

Knock a nigga out his space

I don't really like his hat

So I'ma hit him in his face

I don't really like his body

We gon' put him in a case

Man, you cannot stay the night

You betta move with some haste

Yea she like the wrong niggas

But she got a pretty face

I hit this bitch the first night

Ain't have to go to second base

Say she ain't sucking dick

Man that lil bitch is laced

Stop playin'