No More Playing

[Verse 1: Jus Waxkem]
I could put that on bro, most of these niggas be makin’ a show
Y’all ain’t do shit, y’all ain’t lettin’ it blow, Waunny G is a kid and I’m makin’ it known, like
If you not tryna slide, nigga, stop sayin’ all those lines
Jack got hit and Slime got slimed, what the fuck did you do? Like, stop all the lyin’
I’m in Koney I’m yellin’ out Folk, like, please do not think it’s a joke
If T so crazy how Tory got poked
And I’m slidin’ with Kai, got the beam on the-
Let’s go, got the beam on the pole
He tried to run, got low in the stolie
Niggas sayin’ they my mans that I really don’t know
Then we hop out and blast, it’s not for a show
And I’m quick to react, shout out Dulaa could’ve been put in a pack
When I’m smokin’ on Boom don’t ask me to pass
When I run into Humble that boy’ll get whacked
Then we spinnin’ the Yard
Come outside you ain’t makin’ it far
I got my gun and Wixk got the car
Keep playin’ you crazy, get sent to Raysha-
Like, Jus Waxkem I’m know for the action
Like, please do not think that I’m cappin’
See me in traffic I bet you I’m blastin’, like
These bullets gon’ rip through his backend
Tell the boys to pick up his body
New opp in the air named Quanny
Keep sayin’ who the fuck is Gdxtti?
Ion know you, nigga, get off my body
And I’m slidin’ with Jew
Fuck the opps niggas know what we do
Still free Gbaby, that nigga the screw
If you try to push up then you gettin’ boomed
Guaranteed I’ma flick
No .380, we totin’ a switch
You know AD keep a stick on his hip
And I bet you them hollows gon’ eat up his ribs
And who is these kids?
780 they never did shit, so how you sayin’ my mans in a spliff?
And it’s long live Lo I’m and I’m floxkin’ for him
I could name all the victims
Giggs got shot, how the fuck he got picked up?
Rah got hit, he need to go hit sum’
Cam got hit, like, niggas should’ve spliffed him
593 to my dick
Everyday I be rollin’ up Shizz
Don’t ask if it’s beef ‘cause you know what it is
And I’m clutchin’ my gun ‘cause I’m floxkin’ to live
593 to my dick
Everyday I be rollin’ up Shizz
Don’t ask if it’s beef ‘cause you know what it is
And I’m clutchin’ my gun ‘cause I’m floxkin’ to live

[Verse 2: Mori Briscoe]
Shit gettin’ realer, now let’s who wit’ it
Most of y’all niggas is not
Shit that they tryin’ we already did it
Like, free Mar, we was doin’ a lot
Went on the wheels for the win
Fuck the jakes, ain’t pullin’ this whip, like
[?] should’ve ducked he a dick
Too close got hit in his-
Like, Baby Jew outside with me fiendin’ for rexk
Yoga, how we leave niggas stretched
Like, mention all y’all niggas next
Roaches, call them that ‘cause they got stepped on
Shout out T, Tony got drenched on
He was just here, now his head gone
And we smokin’ his head for the [?]
Shit smellin’ like who left the stove on?
That’s gas, Ray Makk in the air
Clap it up for the pack of the year
Fuck 26, they ain’t get back for shit
Like, they ain’t drop shit but a tear
Bend blocks, bet these lil niggas wouldn’t
Like, tote chops that these lil niggas couldn’t
Niggas duckin’ they shit when I pull it
I’ma flick ‘til this shit got no bullets
Why the fuck Humble think that he crazy?
Like, African [?] I know you
Played ball, said that’s the old you
Mentionin’ Lo so I gotta expose you
Got his addy so we gon’ be posted
Big thirties, we ain’t tryna poke you
And this lil nigga just came outside
Got mad dead’s, I ain’t even gon’ hold you