Set A Play Lyrics

Aye alright bitch, finna turn it up yeah alright ,

Aye yeah, yeah you everywhere except where the bag be

Run off with the plug shit one time like a track meet

Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, let's just keep it real

Back then, when I tried to trap, I couldn't get a deal

Fuck that, I'm doing better now, I'm getting bigger meals

I got money, but you know I still love to steal

Fuck bitches only getting money, I got bigger deals

But I can't lie, I'm still fuckin' on them on the low

Told this hoe it's bout to be 4, you gotta go home

Don't even got a bro to put ten toes down

I only talk to to Abe Grant, George and Ben

But Ben the best, my true friend

If you don't know what I'm talking about, I'm talking about money, nigga

The niggas that are up on the bills, go and search him up

Man, I'm tired of the same shit, I've had enough

You a junkie in the bathroom, doing dirty stuff

You still with that same slut, man, that shit's tough

You thought trap was finna work, but it ain't adding up

It ain't adding up, my niggas is just stacking up

All alone in my lane, I ain't got no backup

I'm a dog, you a pup, you is not shit

My bro tryna fuck up, on my ex, he tryna hit

You is not lit, you always wearing the same fits

Smoking gas everyday, saying I'm finna quit

Exposed a dumb bitch, now she says she tryna commit

The hoes like me better, cause I make that pussy drip

I got one ex, that's still a ho, she can't change

I got another ex, with a fat ass, pussy still the same

Then I got another one, who went insane when I left

Not talking about the trap or the rap, when I say I'm up next

I'm tryna do some fraud checks

The only thing you got expensive in the closet, is Nike tec

Kicked the bitch out, she left a hickey on my neck

With the bite marks, vampire, damn, like who next

This ankle monitor bugging me, I'm finna rip it off

Took a hit in my za, now I'm finna have a takeoff

If that shit is pressure, then you know I have to cough

You ain't on no thug shit, boy, you is soft

Can't even say I got a bro, to hold my back up

In this bitch, all by myself, ain't got no backup

I know you heard my voice, change 3 times I got my act up

Ay Look, yeah

Feens knocking on bro's door, he had to let him in

You ain't really getting shit at all, you ain't stepping in

I don't really got nobody to check on me, not even a how you been Fuck friends, like I said before, they're nothing but dead ends

I'm that type of pillow talk a bitch for two weeks

Cause I'm ruthless, claming , you don't like me, but you listen to my music

Tryna set a play on me, lil' bitch, I ain't stupid

I'm out this bitch ay