Don’t Play

[Verse 1: Bludkin]
I walked into House of Frasers, I don't play
I witnessed Palm Angels and that shit's gay
I seen some Christian Dior and I thought that it's okay
But I prefer all of my fabrics foreign anyway
The cashier run me up 500 GBP okay, I whip cash out my pocket and she know that I don't play
Don't play, don't play, don't play, don't play
Lost the count of bodies that I laid
I love smokin', hanging out on graves
I do fuckin' [?] dances on your dead body
RIP your Uncle Gordon I heard he was gay
He's no seeing rainbows anymore
Honestly I love you all you need to say a prayer
You call yourself a woman but you're hairy like a bear
I probably shouldn't say that but honestly don't care
I walked into House of Frasers, I don't play
I witnessed Palm Angels and that shit's gay
I seen some Christian Dior and I thought that it's okay
But I prefer all of my fabrics foreign anyway
The cashier run me up 500 GBP okay, I whip cash out my pocket and she know that I don't play
Don't play, don't play, don't play, don't play

[Verse 2: Tartan]
Calvin Klein on my shirt, CK
Blade up in my joggies, ZK
With your burd I'm getting BJs
I had to kick her out she couldn't stay
See rockin' red [?]
See me rockin' red GATS no fakes
Your bitch lookin' moldy like some clay
If you and I in prison I be snatchin' up your tray