Young Chop - Let’s Play lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Young Chop Yeah Chopsquad Records Let's get it (It's Young Kros on the beat) [Chorus] It's a shootout where my ni**a stay, he don't wanna play with me They found out where I fu*kin' stay, I popped out with that fu*kin' K Hop out in that 'Rari, Wraith, I do the dash on the E-way ni**as wanna fu*kin' play, I put that pistol to his face He don't really wanna play, I ride by my lonely, bae She don't really wanna fu*k with me, she want this money, ayy Toppin' off them ni**as, yeah, she a lil' thot thot Or a lil' bop-bop, ni**a sippin' Wock', Wock' [Verse 1] I'm a big old boss, I'm a big old flexer ni**as be talkin' down, have lil' bro 'nem stretch 'em Been tryna stay by my lonely, get to tweakin', let 'em know Get that cutter in, got the stars in the show In the stars, I'm goin' ghost, ni**as better play they role All my ni**as, they gon' slide, they gon' kill for me, though Oh, oh, oh ni**as don't want no smoke These ni**as don't want no smoke [Chorus] It's a shootout where my ni**a stay, he don't wanna play with me They found out where I fu*kin' stay, I popped out with that fu*kin' K Hop out in that 'Rari, Wraith, I do the dash on the E-way ni**as wanna fu*kin' play, I put that pistol to his face He don't really wanna play, I ride by my lonely, bae She don't really wanna fu*k with me, she want this money, ayy Toppin' off them ni**as, yeah, she a lil' thot thot Or a lil' bop-bop, ni**a sippin' Wock', Wock' [Verse 2] ni**as wanna knock me off my top spot, ni**a, I ain't goin' Keep that pistol, I'm blowin', y'all ni**as know who to play with Couple shooters on standby, ni**as know when that lead fly Yeah, shot a ni**a, that's no standby Yeah, you reap what you sow Y'all not livin' what you rappin' 'bout Y'all fu*kin' with a boss, ni**a, get your ass tossed, ni**a I keep that strap by my boot, my ni**as down for whatever Body, baby, need shovels, dig his ass a new grave, six feet Hell yeah, I'm deep in these streets They play with me (They play with me) Hell yeah, she gorgeous, drop dead, she R.I.P. (She R.I.P.) All this sneak dissin', yeah, it's beneath me That's why I stay my distance from these pussies [Chorus] It's a shootout where my ni**a stay, he don't wanna play with me They found out where I fu*kin' stay, I popped out with that fu*kin' K Hop out in that 'Rari, Wraith, I do the dash on the E-way ni**as wanna fu*kin' play, I put that pistol to his face He don't really wanna play, I ride by my lonely, bae She don't really wanna fu*k with me, she want this money, ayy Toppin' off them ni**as, yeah, she a lil' thot thot Or a lil' bop-bop, ni**a sippin' Wock', Wock'