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Caskey

Play Nice

 

Play Nice

(album: Black Sheep 4 - 2019)


[Caskey:]
That boy don't play nice, why would you play with him?
Heard y'all getting to the guap, but yo' check is paper thin
I don't harbor none of that hate in me, let that shit stay with them
Once I touch down on yo' block, yeah, it's not to make amends
That boy don't play nice, why would you play with him?
Heard y'all getting to the guap, but yo' check is paper thin
Heard y'all sending shots, no, let that shit stay with them
Once I touch down on yo' block, yeah, it's not to make amends

Yeah, new land speed, just dropped the top off
Talk tough online usually mean that they not down to pop off
Once you really the plug you'd know show up outside the drop off
Net worth under me 'cause I'm [?] like I'm a mob boss
If rap didn't work then I'd politic me another way to make a milli
Y'all going broke 'cause you silly, don't know how to manage money, guess that's your Achilles
I'm sending work out of Philly and O-town, had to elevate 'cause I was lowdown
Pulled up, right up in the driveway, mama came out 'cause she hearing ghost sounds (ugh)
That's just your son in a new thing (ugh)
Money in shotgun, no boo thing (ugh)
And I came with the gang, no Wu-Tang (ugh)
And I got me a strap, no shoestring (ugh)
In a all-black with no Bruce Wayne (ugh)
Screaming "I'm the Titty Boi, no 2 Chainz" (ugh)
Kick a bitch out the crib, no Liu Kang (ugh, yeah)

That boy don't play nice, why would you play with him?
Heard y'all getting to the guap, but yo' check is paper thin
Heard y'all, harbor none that hate in me let that shit stay with them
Once I touch down on yo' block, yeah, it's not to make amends
That boy don't play nice, why would you play with him?
Heard y'all getting to the guap, but yo' check is paper thin
I don't harbor none of that hate in me, let that shit stay with them
Once I touch down on yo' block, yeah, it's not to make amends
That boy don't

[Clicklak:]
Play nice, take lifes, yeah, I'm taking 'em
And I call my shooter Kanye, he keep a K with him
Trust it, don't you play with him, you niggas paper thin
Foul on the play, technical, that's a flagrant
Tee him up, yeah, I'm heating up, my nine came with a gut
Mean my pistol overweight, fat as fuck, gon' eat you up
I don't mingle with these niggas 'cause these niggas ain't like us
Drop no single with these niggas, all that clout just ain't enough
Cut from a different fabric, you niggas average
Shoot the sweep, need dialysis, I'm popping tablets
Prefer the percocets, they work for sex, I just might hurt a bitch
Curve a bitch, she was worthless, I be serving X
I'm a pimp, ain't no other way 'cept pussy in yo' face
Fuck a case, I'm all out of state, making shit shake
Honestly, I'm a shooter but I move responsibly
Nascar, check the hood and you see who sponsored me, huh

[Caskey:]
Yeah, that boy don't play nice
Yeah, that boy don't play nice
That boy don't play nice

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