[Verse 1: ]
I walk in with my squad, ion give a f**, these n***as nervous
Skimane got them choppas, you'd a think he got a turban
Don't fight me unless you wanna be hurtin'
B-Hop with the hand, I know these body shots is hurtin'
You was cool then you became another person
Acting hella strange like your name was Pee-Wee Herman
See you in the streets, one things is for certain
This momma's boy is gon get k**ed like an abortion
North Saint Louis County but everybody thirsty
n***as up and trapping and it's only 7:30
5 years young and Word Play was so disturbing
20 years old and Word Play is still important
[Chorus: Word Play]
I know you tryna get like me but b**h you don't deserve it
Tryna be like me but you know you can't afford it
Lame a** n***as but never gon admit it
Lame a** n***as want that beef but it ain't worth it
Say you gon k** me ? Be a another dead person
If you bring your squad you gon make the issue worsen
Squad full of shooters like we all Stef Curry's
Lame a** n***as want that beef but it ain't worth it
[Verse 2: Word Play]
Red, blue, and green flag but a n***a ain't turfing
Have your a** scared, have you peeking out your curtain
f** with me again, we gon hop out the Excursion
Heaters in the whip, seem like my trunk it got a furnace
Snake n***as moving them n***as always lurking
Back then on the south side I was nervous
Now, ion give a f**, I'll show your a** in person
If I go to prison, I know people, I'll get out early
Yeah I'm from the county, you'd a think a n***a urban
Don't believe a n***a just from what's up on the surface
Leaping for the money like my nickname is Kermit
Name is Word Play but I don't play, I know you heard me
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Skimane]
It ain't worth my time and money, and money is time
So if I'm beefing, that means I'm losing time and I'm losing money
n***as claim they 'bout they paper
But if it's blood on the street, then don't nobody eat
And I'm tryna eat, ripping the beat
Flipping my style, same way that I flip them sheets after I beat cheeks on a freak
Beep-Beep, got keeps to the Jeep, you see me shining, what's up
And you wanna be me cool, but you gotta be cool, can't try to be me Mr. Mi-ya-gi, Skimane!
Putting on for my city
Haters on the sideline, hate they can't f** with me
And my little n***as they with me, they like, "what you need big bro?"
I say, "walk light, f** them n***as, and focus on your dough"
[Chorus]