Don't Play with Him Lyrics

Birkin for the shorty

I might bring the J's out when I'm feeling sporty

I was serving dog food, I was serving yorkie

I was serving dog food, I was serving yorkie

Jumped off the porch, hopped in a Porsche

Hopped in a Porsche

Cartier frames feeling dorky

I don't fuck with the pigs, that boy porky

I don't fuck with the pigs, I got a sig

Pull up & we popping at your wig

Pull up & we pop, you know what we did

Don't play with him, bitch, don't play with him

Bitch, don't play with him, you know it stay with him

Got dat K with him, got the gang with him

Boy, don't play with him, boy, don't play with him

Tryna make a M

Tryna make a, tryna break the rim

Tryna ball, tryna break the rim

Tryna ball, tryna make a gem

Tryna make a gem

Flexin' on these hoes, finna break the gym

How you a break a gym?, How you break a ATM?

I'm Invader Zim

I Chrome Heart my body then I turn into him

When I'm geeked off Molly I go dance, bim

I sharklato my body then I surf, swim

Anything is possible, like my name Kim

Like Shaquille O'neal, Hotsauce broke the rim

My wrist like a potty, I got piss gems

Yellow diamonds, diamonds like a fucking Simpson

Walk up in the party then I started pimping

Pull up in a 'Rari, you pull up in Civic

Hotsauce in the party, he so litty litty

I know street cats, I know concrete kitties