don't play ft. Yung Dul & LUH BULLET Lyrics

You don't make up for your sins in the church

You do it in the streets

You do it at home

The rest is bullshit and you know it

Don't play with me, boy, you know I'm not your fucking friend

Don't play with me, boy, we were never fucking friends

Don't play with me, boy, I came from the fucking death

Don't play with me, boy, I made my own way

I made my own way

Don't you fucking play and watch out what you say

I'm not your friend, you better be careful

I ain't here for the motherfucking, yeah, yeah

I ain't here for the drum, I'm here for the checks

I got my mind on the grind, the hate I deflect

You talking that talk, but you're lacking some respect

I'm chasing this commas, you stuck with regrets

I came from the struggle, now I'm all about the bread

If you cross the line, imma unleash the fucking beast

Ev all the shine you see, but you can't get it

And every fucking scar, every motherfucking ruin

Every fight I fucking defeat, I keep it a fucking hundred

No need to pretend, you know I'm the fucking king, yeah

From the fucking start to the end, I'm around my kin

I'm flying high while they fucking drinking l-carnitine

Don't play with me, don't play with me

Don't play with me, don't play

Don't play with me, don't play with me

Don't play with me, don't play

Don't play, Mr. E

Once you crossed the finish line, I already turned off the TV (turned that shit off)

At Nuttycombe, you sucking Carson William's pp

It ain't no game, boy, cause imma play your ass like a Gameboy

Your hairline is confused just like your attitude

Dating beautiful just for the fucking altitude

Transferring away, you figured out that you are not that dude

Correct me if I'm wrong, but there was no room for improvement

Shout out to ya Michael, you getting used to losing

At least your Schubey's barber though, that is really cool

How you still the SEC coat, but blame it on Abdul

Now you lost your friends and followers, you's a fucking fool

Wearing tight-ass jeans and suits, imma take your ass to school

Always constipated, pass it on like some fucking stool

If I see you back around, I'll beat your ass like Jordan Poole

On my Draymond Green shit

Imma take your fucking bitch and make you scream, bitch

You really good at doing what you do, you a fucking snitch

Don't play with me, don't play with me

Don't play with me, don't play

Don't play with me, don't play with me

Don't play with me, don't play

Don't play, Mr. E

Once you crossed the finish line, I already turned off the TV

Huh, huh, huh, yuh