Motown Playas Ball Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]

All my bitches is light skinned

Big dog lift up skirts like a light one

Cold game, baby this Iceland

I'm loving all the honeys, indightmant

I'm forever picking the right friends

Your homegirl miserable, a weirdo, everytime we smoke, she get spiritual

Told her "cool out", she undressed, litteral

Critical, shit is getting physical

In the groove, she was on her knees way before it got political

Take a week off, baby, let's hit Paris for lunch

Depending on how you play it, you might just get a monCame from a lil runt to eating Calamari

Love to party with Khaled, Quavo and Lil Yachty

My teath hard like Mozarottis

Cool but the haters on a high rade

I be like "whatever" on a high day

[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9]

I said I live by a number of laws

Just 1 of me = like a hundred of y'all

Everything I used to be involved with, guns was involved

Used to be maried to the stnow I'm running the north

You niggas must be out your motherfucking mind, the way you talk

I'm a Detroit player, I'm talking like Big Sean

Feds got you niggas snitchin, I'm talkin like Nick Barns

Dead nigga walkin, I'm talkin like Rick Grimes

Payed so many doos, it's like I oh myself hood fair

I'm good in any hood, and if I ain't, I go to that hood and make myself good there