Playaz Circle

[Intro]
(Key Pushaz the mob)

[Verse 1: Key Glock]
I be callin' plays like Madden, that cash, I gotta have it (Yeah)
Flyer than Aladdin (Get the bag, King Wonka)
Yeah, everyday I'm stackin' (Yeah)
In a 'Rari (Skrrt), with a baddie (Bad), she classy, she nasty (Yeah)
Get back gang don't panic (Don't), my diamonds damp her panties (Ice)
High as fuck, still ain't landed (Phew), can't stand me (What?)
Take a seat then (Phew), I pass bitches underhanded (Let's go)
This bitch tryna eat it (Eat it), 'cause my diamonds look like candy (Yeah)
I hang with a grim reaper, like Billy and Mandy (Fuck)

[Verse 2: Zo Trapalot]
These niggas act like bitches, your whole gang is full of— (Lil' girls)
G-19 with the flatback button, come in handy (Rrah)
I just picked your bitch up, she ain't fuck, I left her stranded (For real)
Choppin' bitches' nothin', this shit easy like took candy (Phew, phew)
Uh, from a baby (Yeah), trappin' like the '80s (The '80s)
I just chopped some thick shit from the back, this bitch look Asian (For sure)
My trap get outdated, screamin', fuck you, pay me (Fuck you)
Diamonds on my neck be goin' crazy like they ragin' (Ice)

[Verse 3: PaperRoute Woo]
She thought I was payin' for that pussy (Huh?), your freak gave it (Gave it)
Stay up on the sidewalk (Yeah), keep your feet up off the pavement (The pavement)
He ready, then he faded away like Tracy McGrady (McGrady)
Raised by my mama and my granny (Huh-uh), they my babies (My babies)
Boring-ass bitches swear they lit (Yeah), these hoes be basic (Basic-ass ho)
Nigga with a attitude (Yeah), dressed up like a Raider (A Raider)
And I ain't tryna kick it with you, nigga (Uh-uh), where the paper? (Where the paper at?)
Drive a hunnid thousand dollar foreign (Skrrt), like a skater (Skrrt)

[Verse 4: Zo Trapalot]
Everyday I wake up, pussy, you know Trap got some for sale (For sale)
I'll grab my cleats get in that field, this ain't no NFL (Go get nasty)
Bring your ho around she get nailed, nigga, I do this shit so swell (Too bad)
Reach for some, I wish you well, leave shit stankin' like, what's that smell? (Shh, shh)

[Verse 5: Paper Route Woo]
I'm a street nigga, can't you tell? (Can't you tell?)
Then serve pounds off the bell (Off the bell)
Take your wrist up in the air, before I ever try to dare ('Fore I ever try to dare)
Run my city like the mayor (The mayor)
Niggas old and they washed up, and they stale (They stale)
Mane, these niggas I'm with they solid, mane, these niggas they some players (These niggas they some players)

[Verse 6: Key Glock]
Yeah, big old five, all is well (Five), hustle like this gets your pocket swell (Phew, phew)
Hustle like this gets your pocket swole, her head so good gave her honor roll (Yeah)
I ran this shit up, I'm on the road, yeah, back on tour, yeah, I'm back on the road (Road)
Used to sell out bowls, now I sell out shows (Wow, ayy, let's go, let's go, let's go)
Let's get it (Let's get it), stop playin' (Stop playin')
What would you do for them bands? (Bands)
Put that fire (Fah, fah, fah), on you and your mans (Fah)
M.O.B, I won't give her a chance (Fah)
Family reunion, my diamonds dance (Yeah)
It's Cutthroat La Familia (Cutthroat)
This bitch thicker than a horse (Horse), I just told her giddy-up (Yeah)

[Outro]
(Wonka secured the bag)