Dontplaydat

[Chorus: Buddy]

Your baby mama had a fade back in the day, boy (Don't play that)

You still treat Taka like Tanger Ray, boy (Don't play that)

You snitch on your homies like it's a thing, boy (Don't play that)

You walkin' 'round callin' yourself a king, boy (Don't say that)

Homie, don't, nah, homie don't play that (Nah)

Homie, don't, nah, homie don't play that (Yeah)

My homies don't, my homies don't play that (Yeah)

Homie, don't, my homies don't play that

[Verse 1: Nana]

I recognize your type every time you around

Just a little too eager, you always dyin' to sound

Like you really the guy, we all know you ain't him

Everything is a lie, nigga, trust I've seen

Asking who tryna match, but ain't got no bud

You all in the streets tellin' niggas you really the plug

I mean, damn, bruh, you always wanna borrow a dub

Then go to the 'Gram like you got it outta the mud

Like you active, but your way of thinkin' and livin' is backwards

Always lyin' about the women you smashin'

Hood-hoppin', still cappin' in captions

And act as if you ain't lackin'

You always where every barber shop debate at

Askin', "Where the hoes?", "Where the Bombay at?"

Owe niggas money, but you never try and pay that

If you broke, that's fine, too, nigga, just say that

[Chorus: Buddy]

Your baby mama had a fade back in the day, boy (Don't play that)

You still treat Taka like Tanger Ray, boy (Don't play that)

You snitch on your homies like it's a thing, boy (Don't play that)

You walkin' 'round callin' yourself a king, boy (Don't say that)

Homie, don't, nah, homie don't play that (Nah)

Homie, don't, nah, homie don't play that (Yeah)

My homies don't, my homies don't play that (Yeah)

Homie, don't, my homies don't play that

[Verse 2: Nana]

I understand how it is, don't got a mind of your own

And be all in my biz when I'm mindin' my own

And you all in my face, tryna see what's the move

I know what I'm finna do, I don't know about you

You got a new C-Class, is that right?

But decided to take a bus here and it backfired

Must've got me mistaken, like I'm gon' let that slide

Always dyin' to hang, my nigga, don't be that guy

You told the hood that you SiR cousin

On your mama, auntie, baby-daddy side

But somehow, he your first cousin

Hopin' it's worth something

Sayin' you puttin' in work, braggin' like it matters

Swearin' you murk something

Searchin' for gas that's diesel

To overcompensate lack of self-esteem, nigga, I see you

Tryna impress and please who?

Please believe, nobody can read you niggas like we do

[Chorus: Buddy]

Your baby mama had a fade back in the day, boy (Don't play that)

You still treat Taka like Tanger Ray, boy (Don't play that)

You snitch on your homies like it's a thing, boy (Don't play that)

You walkin' 'round callin' yourself a king, boy (Don't say that)

Homie, don't, nah, homie don't play that (Nah)

Homie, don't, nah, homie don't play that (Yeah)

My homies don't, my homies don't play that (Ayy, yeah)

Homie, don't, my homies don't play that (I ain't play that)

[Outro: Buddy]

The homies don't, nah, the homies don't play that (Nah)

The homies don't, you know the homies don't play that (Ayy)

My homies don't, my homies don't play that (Yeah)

The homies don't, my homies don't play that (Ayy)

I said the homies don't, you know the homies don't play that (Nah)

The homies don't, you know the homies don't play that (Ayy)