SHAREPLAY ft. Jake Santana Lyrics

Nigga, look

Nigga, I ain't like that last shit I put down, I had to spin it back

Shawty got me fucked up, hit her phone and she ain't hit me back

Wolfin' bout that gun, that you had copped, but what you did with that?

Shout out to that nigga who I (frrt) and fuckin' did him bad

You actin' out of body, that's gon' make my partner tag something

I just want them commas, I been tryna get my racks up

Give that bitch some dollars and I guarantee she act up

I got niggas, slimy, they so shiesty, but don't mask up

How the fuck that work? They don't give a fuck about no fed case

Knock him in his shit without him knowing, fuck a fair play

Shawty in my head, she know she fuckin' up my head space

Put my dawg on game, just like we started up a share play

We fuck without no sheets, then fuck again after the bed made

Callin for my drugs, I really need 'em when my headache

Nigga, I know y'all been actin' bitches like a toddler, nigga

Shawty switchin' teams, she tryna fuck around with them baller niggas

Y'all askin' what I mean, just like my lyrics is symbolic, nigga

But I don't listen to that shit, I'm hearin' money callin', nigga

Gon' and pick it up, don't take too long, bitch, why you stallin', nigga?

I'm gon' pick my partner up the moment that he fallin', nigga

He said he on go, I guarantee my partner stop him, nigga

Pimple-patch that pussy, nah, I'm playin', fuckin' pop that nigga

I know I'm too raw, just look at all the shit a nigga made

Want a Grammy with my partners, tryna run me up some accolades

Bitch, I'm way too sick about this shit, you better back away

Partner tell me chill out with that droppin' shit, I gotta wait

And let that shit just marinate and get them plays up

That nigga laughed when I was down and now he bummy, stay up

Shoutout to them pussy bitches who done tried to play us

We get this shit done by our doley, you can't say you made us, nigga

Niggas afraid because they didn't make us, that's how this shit be

Niggas runnin' they mouth on a screen

Surrounded by niggas that's down on they knees

But none of these niggas about it, you see

I write all my lyrics, I prod all the beats

These niggas be scared to get songs in with me

As soon as they hear that (HELLO?) they know that it's over, it's over

I'm hearin' that you got a problem with me, I'm hopin' you don't wanna solve it with me

Get off of that Demi Lovato

These niggas be out of their noggins, you see

We get it, you think that you're poppin

But why won't you get no shit poppin' with me?

I don't think you wanna get started with me, at all

Uh-huh, I think I got the X-factor for sure

They didn't think that I had it before

Now I'ma cause me some havoc galore

I'm not gon' take any jabs at the boy

Last time that happened was tragic, of course

Somebody told me he's back for some more

Might have to send that boy back to the morgue, come on

None of these fuck niggas have any morals

They don't like me, that's a fact, that's a course

They'll never admit I'm outrappin' you boys, come on

Uh-huh, give me a stage and I'm packin' the floor

The line gon' be runnin' right out of the door

Please give me my bag, can't do back-ends no more, come on

I ran outta breath