Playin With It

[Intro: Young Thug & Problem Child] (Richxxzno) This ho sorry on my phone, slime (Gang shit) (What? I didn't hear you) I wasn't talkin' to you You know what I'm sayin', fool (Fuckin' Problem Child) Homicide, yeah (Lil bitty bitch, shit) Hol'up, hol'up, slime, nigga (Gang shit, hey) [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] Playin' with us, playin' with it Nigga get, nigga get hit Catch your bitch, turn her to a, money gettin' bitch (That light-skin bitch with tattoos everywhere be textin' me, you know what I'm sayin'?) Nigga we'll take yo' bitch from you (Splatt, splatt, woo) [Chorus: Young Thug] Nigga, slatt-slatt Play with them slimes or that Homixide Gang, nigga hittin' ya back Speakin' of back, I'm ridin' 'round town with a new Maybach 'Bout to peter-roll for a nigga to get whacked Homixide Gang, YSL slimes, nigga, slatt-slatt Yeah, that AK, that AR, that FN, that pump make a nigga lean back I just had a dream I was servin' them keys, but ain't goin' to that, ayy That AP, the Rollie, the Patek, we layin' in your bushes with that, bitch We pull on your street, bring them brand new rappers with them hitters in the back [Verse 1: Problem Child] Hit a man, man they know what to do You play with me, nigga, we shoot up the coupe The hard top, we gon' chop off the roof On Slauson Ave, man, they killin' for Troup Homicide man, I pull up with sticks You play with me nigga and get found in a ditch Chill slime, man that nigga ain't slick I'm ridin' with ya 'til the wheels don't spin Niggas be talkin' 'bout they ready for smoke UPS sticks sent to the door You can hide but I'll come for your folks Play with me nigga, your ass gotta go Saint Laurent, man, it's down to the feet Play with me nigga, there wouldn't be beef The type of beef where your momma can't sleep Your stomach hurtin' and she barely can eat Play with me nigga, your ass gotta go Strippin' these niggas up out of they clothes A shiesty nigga, man, I come for the dough Serve you Friday, then I'm wipin' your nose Homixide, nigga, they know that I'm slick Play with me nigga, I stay with the stick AP's what I call a Philippe Call my phone, you ain't gettin' back shit Them Percocets, they had me geekin', I'm so wild I'm ready to stand up and throw water in the crowd My diamonds singin', when you lookin' they so loud I know my momma sittin' right there, and yeah, she proud Nigga play 'round but don't play with me I'm a young OG and I'm still in the streets A hundred thousand on me, I'ma get to a freak I fucked her out and I put her to sleep Bust down, I done put in my work Play with me nigga, you gotta get hurt All black, momma sittin' in a church Coffin closed, gon' put it in a hearse [Chorus: Young Thug] Nigga, slatt-slatt Play with them slimes or that Homixide Gang, nigga hittin' ya back Speakin' of back, I'm ridin' 'round town with a new Maybach 'Bout to peter-roll for a nigga to get whacked Homixide Gang, YSL slimes, nigga, slatt-slatt Yeah, that AK, that AR, that FN, that pump make a nigga lean back I just had a dream I was servin' them keys, but ain't goin' to that, ayy That AP, the Rollie, the Patek, we layin' in your bushes with that, bitch We pull on your street, bring them brand new rappers with them hitters in the back [Verse 2: Problem Child] Play with me, nigga, they know how it go Homixide, man, they ready to go Cop deuces when I come to the show You ain't want smoke, man, I already know Homixide, nigga, he ready to hit Play with me, nigga, I stay with the shit Gang in this bitch and we wreckin' this shit Sweet nigga, he gon' turn to a lick Niggas be talkin' 'bout they havin' the money Play with me, nigga, they know how we coming Shotta nigga, man, I come for the ganja Take the weed, nigga, leave me the money Ha, nigga, you stupid, you know I ain't goin' for that shit, oh no This some shit just to get in the door I pray to God I don't go back to dope Took a chance when I was stuck on the road The migo called, say he got me a loaf Took the bag, then I'm goin' back home Trap what? This a burner flip phone Homicide, nigga, I stay with some ghosts They ready pull up and go shoot up a show I told him "Chill, we gon' get us some dough" When I make it out, we ain't kickin' no door Treat them niggas, man, they just like my brothers Pray to god if you try to go touch us Take what? We ain't goin' for nothing They must don't know what we did for the money Young nigga but I stay on my grind Bust down, I can't tell you the time All of my niggas, they wanna go slime Crease your body, get hit with the iron [Chorus: Young Thug] Nigga, slatt-slatt Play with them slimes or that Homixide Gang, nigga hittin' ya back Speakin' of back, I'm ridin' 'round town with a new Maybach 'Bout to peter-roll for a nigga to get whacked Homixide Gang, YSL slimes, nigga, slatt-slatt Yeah, that AK, that AR, that FN, that pump make a nigga lean back I just had a dream I was servin' them keys, but ain't goin' to that, ayy That AP, the Rollie, the Patek, we layin' in your bushes with that, bitch We pull on your street, bring them brand new rappers with them hitters in the back