[Intro]
Stop playing, nigga
Stop playing, nigga, for real though
[?], nigga
What's good?
What's good?
[Chorus]
Loose lips [?] the sounds
'Round here ain't no playing around
'Round here ain't no playing around
'Round here ain't no playing around
All that tough talk gets you put in the ground
'Round here niggas ain't no playing around
'Round here niggas ain't no playing around
'Round here niggas ain't no playing around
Say what you gon' say, you ain't saying it now
'Round here niggas ain't no playing around, no
'Round here niggas ain't no playing around, no
'Round here niggas ain't no playing around
[Verse 1]
My [?] getting niggas to turn
[?] the worm
Took one in the [?] them turns
[?] limit the turns
Your circle ain't always round and your purpose ain't always found
[?] don't always count
You run [?] but they [?] all their routes
[?] always crowded
I was playing in the furnace, came to hear the sermon
I was showing buddy love, was staying clear [?]
[?] in the sternum
How we supposed to follow shepherds when we fear the German
[?]
[?] show the badges where the body was
[?] you won't spend a dollar of it
[?]
[Chorus]
Loose lips [?] the sounds
'Round here ain't no playing around
'Round here ain't no playing around
'Round here ain't no playing around
All that tough talk gets you put in the ground
'Round here niggas ain't no playing around
'Round here niggas ain't no playing around
'Round here niggas ain't no playing around
Say what you gon' say, you ain't saying it now
'Round here niggas ain't no playing around, no
'Round here niggas ain't no playing around, no
'Round here niggas ain't no playing around
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Look, them bodies drop then we celebrated the moment
We want the smoke from any [?]
Brodie [?] his mask like he protecting his face from Covid
Pole on him now and he ain't hesitating to blow it
[?] know how we pull up, the Presi faces is frozen
My name is my name, my resume still is golden
[?] nigga, he catch that case and he folded
He looked right in that detective face and he told it
We was in the kitchen with them O's, then we get 'em [?]
Now we in the trenches in Rolls, this a different zone
Used to take the pistols on the road when we did them shows
For instance if we ever had to show that all them niggas hoes
Machine, bitch, I [?] my clothes
And I barely post the pictures that I pose
Fashion week in Paris, tissue in my nose, yeah
Them niggas pray for my money to stop
[?] so he don't mind if another one drop
[Chorus]
Loose lips [?] the sounds
'Round here ain't no playing around
'Round here ain't no playing around
'Round here ain't no playing around
All that tough talk gets you put in the ground
'Round here niggas ain't no playing around
'Round here niggas ain't no playing around
'Round here niggas ain't no playing around
Say what you gon' say, you ain't saying it now
'Round here niggas ain't no playing around, no
'Round here niggas ain't no playing around, no
'Round here niggas ain't no playing around
[Verse 3]
[?] breaking and entering, don't ask me 'bout my penmanship
I wrote my own bars, half of you niggas [?] of it
Spitting shit that I can't believe, come and witness it
Stop playing with me, nigga, I won't hesitate to spin this shit
[?] spend my time writing how I feel, I been through a lot
[?] chip off the old block
[?] I made these niggas respect
[?] carve my name on your neck
[Verse 4]
I ain't playing like a nigga tore his ACL
He ain't gotta [?] pasta, I make him [?] the shells
Smoking out the pound, burning down the whole session
My niggas KD [?] '07
I catch a body like a fisherman could catch a fish
He keep on [?] at my chain, I told him "Make a wish"
I keep a FN with a extra clip
You a lick, nigga, take that jewelry off your neck and wrist
Take a nigga, throw him in the trunk
And then body him if his fam don't give us what we want
I'm Gucci gang but I ain't Lil Pump
This bullet like a Xan, nigga, I pop you, it'll leave you slumped
[Verse 5]
Smoke a nigga, ain't no need to ask him where he from
This nigga's stupid, he [?] bags up in the front
Been on [?] ain't slept in months
My nigga itching for a body, he the reason we been on the hunt
Tie up the house, leave the kids in the room
We ain't vicious or malicious, they can visit their tombs
[?] momma womb [?] nigga
Catch you slipping on the streets
Stop playing, nigga, stop playing, nigga
(Stop playing, nigga)