PLAYAS BALL

[Verse 1]
These hoes these niggas poutin' bout, I been hit 'em
Bust it down like a stale Swisher then pass her round let my dawgs hitter
Iont won't the bitch, let my dawgs hitter
Iont chase bitches, I break bitches
Dropped a bitch off to the dawg sitter
Next thing you know a dawg bit her
My dawgs vicious, I'm vicious we only fuck wit vicious hittas
I like vicious gutter hoes but I need me a submissive bitch
I put the dick up on that bitch, made her submit and bit her lip
On some romantic gangsta shit, I choke her every time I hit
Adjusting the glitzy in my britches as I get fit and dip
I'm out in a jiffy after I hit I gotta get these chips
You the type to lay around, nigga n pop yo lip
I'm the typa nigga get the pounds and I get em, shh-
Bust that pound down and I smoke out it
Took some L's but I ain't gon' be no hoe bout it
Nigga, this shit life, I ain't mo perfect than nobody
But perfect don't matter when you close range with a shotty Big guns for small problems choppa mangle yah body
My reaction to small things don't pertain to nobody
I just can't be a hoe for nobody that's just in my blood
I got respect until they go against the grain of the wood
Niggas hating because they bitch go with the grain of my wood
She got me water logged, I'm bouta shoot this thang in her mouth
These bitches love my dreads swangin' when I'm bangin' em out
Pistol on the dresser in case her man come back in the house

[Interlude]
You know you got like ten minutes
If you fuck up my niggas vibe, I'ma fuck you up
So lets get this goin' like right now

[Verse 2]
I'm like what you wanna do?
Where you wanna go?
I just got some racks my nigga I'm tryna spend some dough
I'm tryna hit the store and spend and spend and get some mo
I'm tryna eat some shit St. Louis niggas ain't eatin' on
I'm tryna get these racks nigga and put my people on
I'm tryna build a concentration camp for all the opps
Line them niggas up, thirty three hunned shots
This year all that fufu shit getting put to a stop