Playin With Fire
(专辑: Sauce Ghetto Gospel - 2018)
JRag on the
beat Know what I'm talking 'bout Ooh-wee I
just knocked a
little bitch out Andreas If a
nigga pimp, I'm on his playlist I
send bitch from here to Barbados I
bang red like a
bag of tomatoes I
buy diamonds to shine on my haters We got nothing for free but we made it My lil' partner went fed and I
hate it Made him god in the
streets, they like raiding But he home complaining and he got berated It was nothing I
could do to save him Niggas ain't wanna move how I
raise 'em OG bless you with jewels, you best take 'em Tryna be the
next boss in the
making Think you don't need no game, you mistaken Bitch, you out with no rules, you won't make it To no greatness And these hoes, some rough times they be snaking Never know if they work with the
bacon Never know if these niggas be faking Never know if these niggas be hating Gotta stand on ten toes like a
weigh-in Check the
shit at the
door, yeah the
Days Inn Put your work in your hood, yeah, your days in Knowing that you'll be bready to race in You don't want to be cereal, brother Reputation imperial, brother Hands is water, aquarium, brother I
might break your bellirium, brother I
don't even know what that is I
just know I
hit hard, damange And I
stand on a
bitch, too savage When I
jump on the
freeway I'm racing And Mal be pacing 'cause he made me waiting Ain't no way you gon' send me to Satan I'ma pull out that Spray-c' and start yanking I'ma shoot at the
glass and call, "Bank it" Like we some like kids playing 21 I
was locked in the
pen by 21 Had my birthdays in there, talking 'bout 20-something I
came home and I
made a
quick 20-something Niggas 'fraid as all-time and that twenty nothing Niggas breaking in cars, that's that nickel hustling I
was walking out Johnny with nickels buzzing Finally got you a
Jesus head, I
was custom Niggas tried to keep up with me, I
still dust 'em Yeah, you got a
lil' bread but you got no mustard So that still mean that you got no flavor, buster I
put the
plays on the
table, buster I'm popular, reason she paid you, buster You little ungrateful motherfucker I
pull up in your city, hundred cutters We keep under-armor, no Splash Brothers But y'all been known that we been the
Splash Brothers Diamonds shining like lotion, no ash, brothers Put a
hit on your sister, no cash, brothers And I'm sipping that red, spaghetti I'm kicking that Eddy while bumping that Freddy Nigga say they want grease so we ready But we stay by the
stove and we steady You know playing with fire's deadly You know playing with fire's deadly You know playing with fire's deadly You know playing with fire's deadly It's deadly