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