Scotty Cain - Play Wit Yo b**h lyrics

(Pretext) Yeah, I said I wasn't gon' do this sh** but f** it, I gotta, is issall (fex?), you know Gang, uh Don't play with me, n***a play wit' yo' b**h (corleone gang?) Matter' fact, don't play wit' yo' b**h n***a don't play at all Ahuh Girl you know, it's gangsta' But look, all these facts I'm 'bout to put out It's 'gon make a n***a mad But look Aye (Bars) Don't play wit' me, play wit' yo' b**h n***a I'm with the sh**'s n***a Surrounded by a bunch of b**h n***as Whole lot a jumping dickin' dicks n***a You a b**h n***a Yeah And you ain't really with the sh**s Catch you slapping your sh** Make your b**h eat my dick Yeah, I heard how (Sharp?) man made your rap Then after, slapped the f** outcha' All facts You might get mad But this gon' bring the thug outcha' Ever catch a b**h a** anywhere I'mma beat the f** outchou' n***a took your phone Made you move around What the f** you check out for You be dick ridin' You be dick ridin' You be dick ridin' n***as hard Same n***a that you dick ridin' Same n***a say you washing cars I'm like "Damn n***a made a song about me? He must've got on them bars Or he must be on them ors Or he must drunk too much aw" You a rat n***a You'ld eat paper work just because you'a scared Huh You prolly ratted 'cause you ain't wan' end up dead Got my racks up Had to stack it up But since you talkin' 'bout bread You need to invest in a plastic surgeon to fix your lips in your head Yea All that Cain sh** dead Fo' real And I ain't have to sign the deal n***a I'm runnin' 'em up to a mill And these (Cain or rat had narcotics on my trap on trap?) HD a b**h Jacked 'em out his gun Then I sold that b**h back Hah (Sunny?) Cain A real b**h That's a fact That n***a went online And got a broom stuck up his a** yeah And (DK?) wanna be a Cain so bad He'll let a n***a f** He told us he wanted to be with (Carlyon?) And I'm like pussies can't f** with us It's up wit' us gang That's real facts you was washing cars Yo' ugly a** with the fata** crescent lips Look like you was smoking hard You got a feature from Dolph And you still ain't raw If I would've got a feature from the Dolph I'd be a star If you caught that line I'mma bust (the/your?) sh** open like splittin' a gar The only way I'mma stop drilling yo a** is If you say "I'm sorry" cause you went too far And I'mma stop making you spend all yo' money Send my lil' youngins' to shoot up your car Nasty mouth a** n***as done (last?) Diamonds look like a whole bunch of (fall?) Remember that .38 I let you use to go shoot up a house? You rolled around dicks and Found the street life and shot that b**h off Gay sh** ain't what you need to talk Cause that ain't what you 'bout f**ed a b**h Looked in the phone You was tryin' cuff her Yo I put her out Shout out to (Big Brother Phee?) 'Preciate the watch Shout out to (M?) And I appreciate the Glock Shout out to (Dodie?) I appreciate the chop Shout out to you 'Cause I appreciate the thoughts Can't shout out to (Deez?) Cain 'Cause I don't appreciate the cops But I appreciate you introducin' a n***a And I appreciate the guwop Now I got on b**h and I cannot be stopped All of your (run?) 'cause they flop It gon' take long For you to get up to the top So I cannot see you on top Yeah b**h and I'm hot Ballin' a lot of j**elry just to cool me down Ice on my wrist Ice on my neck Water make you drown Yeah 100 rounds in the AR if you gon' see 'bout a n***a And when I do go with my move Ain't sparin' you cause you be 'round a n***a You started dick ridin' these fake a** goons Thinkin' they still wid' it I ain't even trippin' I ain't even tryna' k** Go too far I'mma come and getchu (Posttext) Ahuh, yeah n***a Facts Don't play wit me, play wit yo b**h And listen, yo' b**h I mean yo' clique Cause they ain't nothin' but a bunch o b**hes A bunch of dick pullin' a** n***as You know you got rats in yo' clique You got f**ed up n***as in yo' clique Then you dick ridin' these false a** goons like they could save you You know they can't save you n***a You know what it's hittin' on with me n***a Double M the gang f** a Cain b**hes (carlyon?) You know what it's hittin' on n***a Yeah and I'mma drop this sh** like that Yeah get mad all you want k** me, come see me do somethin' about it b**h I'm outchea you know what it's hittin' on Gang b**h