Kodak Black – Play Lyrics

 

Play Lyrics by Kodak Black (feat. Lil Crix)

 

He on a plate he ate
N***** keep dyin’ that way
Keep fryin’ that way
N***** gettin’ fried like chicken and shit
KFC n**** we kill ‘em for Crix
Hit a n**** ass with a 3-piece combo
His mom, his bro, his sis
Got a opp bitch in the back of the Rolls
I better not see a n**** crackin’ no 4s (Let’s Go)

Gimme a plate
I bet imma flip that
I’m in the hood ridin’ round with a 6-pack
I got a glock with a beam, If I catch a opp he gon’ scream
I got them Zoes on my team
Just made 600 off streams
Just made 600 off streams
And we throwin’ that bitch to the trap (on gang)
Let’s go

It’s crazy how I came up from nothin’
Now I walk around
I’m the motherfuckin’ man in my city
I show a n**** no pity
Yo’ mama, yo’ brother, yo’ sister, yo’ kids, yo’ bittys
I don’t give a fuck who you call
A n**** could never say how Lil Crix assed out
I drop a opp like he passed out
Shoot kids and his hoes
Throw his ass in a blunt, gassed out
When I’m out in public the heater tucked
On blood, Y’all know how I give it up
I don’t give a fuck who you with
I ain’t sparin’ shit
Cashing out bad like All State
Burn it like its plastic in broad day
Bullet make ‘em sing like Rod Wave
M16 they all spray
New Versace it’s all suede
10 Ps they all weight
6 thots they all slay, ay

They ask me like why I don’t be social
Like why I don’t be talking
I told they ass we really in the streets
fo’ sho’
Peons don’t know what a 6-pack is that’s 72 ounces
But, gang, let’s get it pipe up
On gang
Lets Go

Gimme a plate
Bet imma flip that
I’m in the hood ridin’ round with a 6-pack
I got a glock with a beam If I catch a op he gon’ scream
I got them Zoes on my team
Just made 600 off streams
Just made 600 off streams
And we throwin’ that bitch to the trap (on gang)
Let’s go

I don’t even cap on no beat
On blood, you payin’ for this fee
What I look like payin’ for a fee
Now Dre don’t get put on a tee
Lil’ bro on your bush like a bee
This Mac have you stuck like a tree
Tec beat a bitch Jerry Rice (yeah)
Don’t play with your life like dice
You better think twice n****
‘Cuz I’ll pay the price n****
Know some real n***** that’s itchin’ for bodies
When they see you it’s on sight
15 seen my first body
I ain’t never look back
That’s why I keep a strap on my hip
This get shot in yo’ lip
I’m blowin’ shit off the rip (ay)
Got 20 in this clip
Never catch me with no zip
I can’t get bagged like no chips
I’m flipped in the whip
I’m puttin’ crackers on wire
‘Cuz I keep a gun
This drill shit ain’t fun n****