[TR On The Beat]
(Intro)
Ay, yo yo
Dun kno
P
Maud
Niggas Know
Dududu-dududu
Yo
Listen
Look at the flick of the wrist
Ill just flick out my nizz
Bitches warn talk bout bae but their mouth all full when i bring out my dick
Niggas warn talk that shit till they see me with TJ we bring out the stick
And if my man got lip and he warn talk fizz i just dip up his lips
Been on the strip all day, my ten toes feeling like garbage
And if a boy warn chat flames, then bang bang, nigga that's arson
And how they warn ask bout almighty P though, i don’t know nigga who's asking?
Chatty mouth i be like excuse me look, ima be begging that pardon
Look mana hear alla that talk, that short black nigga with braces
I'm like yeah yeah, alla that short black nigga still give a man face lifts
Like lurk in a Addison Lee, roll with my tool who’s badder then me
You don't know bout banging off sweets, Ill come with the G's and leave smoke on the pavement
Heard they're chatting for who? They must be off the molly
Tell her snapchat the pussy, bitches call me El Gotti
I can't wait till the day, that, a nigga gets hands on a dotty
Ill just wait for a opp, You'll see him ill pop leave his ass on the concrete
I put trust in my blade, I ain't really trusting a bitch
Fuck up his face, if I'm rolling with 6ix
You might catch me with M, better clap when you see me
Look how we strapped with the GG, clap leave him flat on the TV
Back out my back up ill slap it, niggas that roll with the matic
Niggas know that I’m a savage, come round there and do damage
Young thug roll with my bestfriend, alla that dududu kweng kweng
All for the money I kwenged him, G check watch a man beg friend
Pop pop let the tray blow, get hotbox in your face though
I pop pop then I lay low, two dot dots that’s a ratio
Like two shanks up can you bench it? I come round with the hench ting
Black on black manna blend in, I got about six niggas pending
They all ready for beef, darg, they all roll with the long tool
If he talks out his neck, ill come with the Tec or ill poke out his tonsils
All my niggas are hitters, come with the dingers my niggas ain't on talk
If that nigga wants beef, then nigga ill meet on time cah i’m punctual
Them niggas all half, they don't want nothing believe
I don't give a fuck who it is, you best not be fucking with P
I don't give a fuck bout your cousin, I’m on the strip man I'm jugging
One phone call have it bussing, trust me you don't want smoke from the team
Loud am pack man I'm amm'd, pack that pouch in cabby
Get man down with a flicky, I get man down with a rammy
Nigga I'm looney, roll with the uzi, nigga I roll with the bally
I don't know who's he, leave niggas oozey
If i come round with the sami
Niggas don't know I'm a trapper, niggas don't know that I clap
Niggas don't know bout my business, niggas just talk all that crap
I've been about on the pavement, I put ten toes on the map
Niggas warn ask bout video casts, but who told you that I do rap
Like ferme la bouche, niggas you don't even know me
I done said mental, don said get close, aim shit better then Kobe
I got no trust in no one, not even my niggas and homies
So more time when you see almighty roll you see man roll on my lonely
Trust me
Playtime’s Over was written by PS.
Playtime’s Over was produced by TR The Producer.
PS released Playtime’s Over on Sun Jan 01 2017.