Ya Boy - Playoffs lyrics
rate meI’m trapping round the clock, no days off
They say crime pays, I hope it pays off
I’m owning these broke niggas stay off
Bitches know I ball hard like the playoffs
Playoffs, playoffs
Them bitches know I ball hard like the playoffs
Playoffs, playoffs
If you ain’t got that work, you getting laid off
It’s crunch time, I’m MJ, a mad foe, just my show
If you ain’t here to ball out, what the fuck do you grind for
I need that Murcielago, bad bitches everywhere I go
Black car … and he hooked a nigga up with Pablo
See I come from the home of the side show
Smell that bitch gets my drough
I got that bitch getting on her knees
But I told her I ain’t got dough
Feed a nigga shells like taco
Now beat upon a shelf like…
You cope nigga, I’m hot nigga, tobasco
Rock 2 chainz like tity boi
In the fast lane, I’m a city boy
Hit a nigga up with a semi toy
She want good dick so I give it to her
Talk dope on my tap phone
Your man broke with no back bone
My name brand them bad bitches give good credit
I’m that known, fire hoes, that pump out
Them five o’s we jump out
My money talk, my jury loud
Bitch don’t get cushed out
Keep it moving like Bust Rhymes
Stuff turkey bags till they bust out
My head hard, my nuts out
These bitch niggas get flushed out
I’m trapping round the clock, no days off
They say crime pays, I hope it pays off
I’m owning these broke niggas stay off
Bitches know I ball hard like the playoffs
Playoffs, playoffs
Them bitches know I ball hard like the playoffs
Playoffs, playoffs
If you ain’t got that work, you getting laid off
When it’s hang time, I’m Kobe Bryant with the nappy head
That’s trappy head, you love it nigga, you pussy whip
And I check the pussy like papshmeer
Fuck a bitch I get dough, lap car we switch hoes
My dick good and my bitch bad
And my …hot, and my wrist cold
Tracks jumping like chicks fall
Phone popping like…
I heard he talked to the police
That nigga singing like sisco
My chain light up like disco
Hang high in that …
These niggas ride, they say they ride
But they ain’t riding like this though
Like Jeffrey … I kill shit, yes your honor, I’m real bitch
She bought the rims, I fucked her friend…
In 30 minutes, I’ma need more
These hoes hook like drugs, and I’m the nigga they fiend for
Kelly callie I’m king kong, this choppa ringing like ding dong
Riding round with my thing on,
It’s every trap a theme song
Yeah I’m balling like play out
Hat low like I’m playing golf
2 hard, face off, I’m on, they off
I’m trapping round the clock, no days off
They say crime pays, I hope it pays off
I’m owning these broke niggas stay off
Bitches know I ball hard like the playoffs
Playoffs, playoffs
Them bitches know I ball hard like the playoffs
Playoffs, playoffs
If you ain’t got that work, you getting laid off.
