Wanna Play ft. 7even.2.11 Lyrics

Hold up, hold up, why you wanna play

We could've been superstars and then you went away

Hold up, hold up, why you wanna play

We could've been superstars and then you went away

Ayy, niggas ain't ready for this shit, nigga, wanna play games, nigga

Let's go, Guapboii Vee

Guapbaby ,nigga

Fuck you Talm bout

Get at me, mane

Damn, man, this motherfucka's lit

Let's go

I don't like playin' games, but I got some lil' homies who wanna go have them some fun

Them niggas name Smith and Wesson, and they love playin' tag

They want your lil' bitch ass to run, but they stay up in the house

I'ma bring out lil' Mack on the hit, cause he shoot like a army gun

If they got some heat of, they own, I ain't worried

Cause what the fuck you think I bought out lil' Tommy for

Bitch, we got Drakes, and Choppas, and Teqs

And I can't forget Glocks with them switches

Like, these are my partners, they really some shottas

No, literally, they really play with you bitches

Like, nigga, go long, you finna catch all of these bullets

They curve, so you best pay attention

And I know I can trust them, cause them niggas never gon' jam

When I take them with me on a mission

Why the nigga think he so bad

Cause he throwin' them bullets, but he finna get him a toe tag

And he gon' throw them, don't let this go over your head

I'm like, back in the day, I'm a throwback

Ainno dodgin' them hoes finna spread

Overkill, we gon' leave that hoe dead

See, this Glock got a beam, man, I think that hoe Indian

Where this red dot hit his forehead

Oh, that bitch wanna play, let me show you my toys

Some of them quiet, and some make some noise

See, this one right here, this hoe somethin' to fear

I don't know what it do, man, that hoe give me joy

See, this one right here, see, that's my lil' Nina

That bitch automatic, she somethin' like a droid

And I already showed you my draco, you know what it do

Cause I hit up your partner, he got me annoyed

Bitch, we got Drakes and choppers and teqs

And I can't forget Glock with them switches

Like, these are my partners, they really some shottas

No, nigga, they really play with you bitches

Like, nigga, go long, you finna catch all of these bullets

They curse, so you best pay attention

I know I can trust them, cause them niggas never gon' jam

When I take them with me on a mission

Feel my bitch broad, that's slammer

Really, bitch, cashy, rich, I'm a blammer

Feel like I'm Thor, how I stay with this hammer

Got PTSD, or I'm movin' my phantom

Throw it away, make him float like a phantom

Got nothin' to lose on, momma can't stand him

Momma left, troubles all sound

Cast up a buck through those windows

Can't make him lag out

Used to laugh when I rapped, but they fanned out

Chopped like a chicken on drip, put that slant down

Playin' with Chance when he died, it's a fan down

Love it when choppers can fully make fast sounds

Homicidal foot licks, tryna aim at his hip

Started steppin' on that dread, and I'm takin' on sling

I been feelin' like butter, go give me the bread, ayy

Ayy, bring me the bread, ayy

All through that block, I be creepin

Savin' 62 out the dry, got him leakin

In for the bad, got her creamin

She hop on top of the ride, now she screamin

She can't hop out, baby, I got hers ringin

We get too dope, get too low, then we leavin

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

We got the scouts, I'm grievin

Savin' 62 out the