Lil Bibby - Play They Role lyrics

rate me

feat. Lil Herb

Park the audi on the side block

Hop out hit the corner everybody tryna swag joc

Lil herby bitch, I’m the man out here

Bitches stand out here, got the bands out here

If you cause a scene on the land out here

I just make a call and you stained out here

Now thats boss shit, and I talk shit

Cause my neck and wrist got me frost bit

Took this nigga bitch, now he stalking

He could buy her back at the auction

I be counting stacks, steady counting stacks

Add more towards, then I count it back

I never change nigga count on that

You ain’t gotta hack, cause I’m balling

They get 2 streets till that heater go

Like they knees ain't strong and they falling

But I’m trained to go when my heater strong

They need me to ball, bitch I’m spalding

Jordan swish, they like shawty sick,

I’m in saxs 5th floor 46

When they hear my age, they go super sick

I’m a young nigga with a cougar bitch

I forever trap till I’m super rich

I don’t gotta flex, I be cooling it

If you disrespect, let that ruger spit

Head shot, his medulla split

Ain’t no leg shots, when I’m shooting shit

I got steph curry on the shooting tip

That’s a hit and win, drop a nigga then hit again

Later catch me counting dividends

Big chopper, no harley, call me young ali

Or mj, I’ve been great

Bow down at your sensei

I’ve been real, they been fake

Dope boy, I’ve been getting cake

I’m in the field, with the biggest steel

That tough talking that will get him killed

This shit is real, lil bibby I go nuts

I mean so nuts, foreign cars and I roll up

Might hop out and just post up

Grab some blunts, roll those up

Tell bro call some hoes up

Niggas say they fin to take off

But tell these niggas what’s the hold up

Cause I ain’t seen none, kill shit

You ain’t seen none, know it’s snitches get

Big guns for the witnesses, no talking, I’m killing shit

And I walk around with like 7 thou

Nigga rob me, you was probably dreaming

Blow his brains out, what the fuck is you thinking

I stay strapped you must have been drinking

It’s no lackin, my bro packing

See a opp have broke clap him

Going hard it’s a fucking classic

Kobe with the blunt, don't pass it

I know the game like I’m madden

I got work but I’m taxing

hammer tough when I’m in traffic

Caught him at the light then whackin, uh!

Me and bibby steady killing tracks

Spending stacks and steady get em back

Sneak dissing we a get'em whack

Keep dissin, get them niggas back

I ain’t with all that chitter chat

I ain’t lying, I’m spittin facts

Cocaine flow, I’m spitting crack

30 shots clip I give them that

30 shots hit head he ain’t coming back

No sympathy when a nigga whack

Street shitting me, I ain’t feeling that

G shittin me, bitch I’m peeling racks

Saving hoes, I ain’t into that

Training hoes then send em back

You bitch on me cause I’m getting that

I ain’t saving money, I’m spending that

Range rover, take a spin in that

Forgiatos bitches digging that

20 models on a nigga acti

40 hallows sitting in the mat

Switching cars like I’m switching broads

No limit gang on my niggas ...

My niggas ain’t fin to starve

My niggas broke you getting robbed

I’m in the booth, steady spitting bars

I’m a real deal, these niggas frauds

And I’m pulling these niggas cards

Lot of niggas tryina act hard

Let the gat spark,

Find his ass in the back yard.

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