Playful by Quin NFN Lyrics
[Intro]
Hold on
I'm really playin', dawg
Ayy, gang, hold on, gang
[Verse]
A lot of niggas on some fake shit
Go tell them niggas I'm the last one to play with
I'm serving dick inside the tender, you gon' lay wit' it
And I ain't never changing up, I'm on the same shit
My bitch mad at me, fuck it, I'ma pay for the bitch
Remember back inside the trenches I'd pray for a lick?
Lots of times, I tried to quit, but I was made for this shit
I ran it up, I bought my lonely, I was taking a risk
Want a show? Send that ticket, get a bag first
Ass out for thirty minutes, made her back hurt
Come with less than two bands and get a bad verse
My youngin' askin' shit later, he gon' crash first
I see you cuffin' that lil' bitch, that whole crew fuck her
Somebody call Ella Mai, this nigga booed up
She need a bandage on the cat 'cause it get bruised up
Jump in the water with them sharks, he gon' get chewed up
And they know I'm hearin' first about my currency, bitch
Lil' bro gon' come and get 'em fast, some emergency shit
Your partner gone and you ain't write him, boy, I heard he was sick
Quit acting boujee, ho, like you ain't ever heard of me, bitch
Hold on, I'm still low, just imagine
Pac, we hit 'em up, bitches tucked like a napkin
I was in the cut fresh as fuck, now I'm rappin'
Givenchy under where I'm tryna fuck, hood fashion
Roll a Wood and Gelaty, got the whole car smellin'
Partner tryna diss, I got him pissed, R. Kelly
I know she finna chew, I'ma scoop, jar jelly
Ride through the block, we leave the whole car deadly
Ayy, hold on, she gon' fuck for them blue strips
I know a lot of street niggas with some loose lips
And I can't go against the code 'cause I'm too still
A couple hoes inside the crib, that's a few lips
He in all black lurkin' when the moon up
Choppa shakin' like this bitch need a tune-up
Bitches tryna give me noggin like a crew cut
She can't stand me talking, bitch, then put your shoes up
[Outro]
Hold on
Hold on
I'm really playin', dawg
Ayy, gang, hold on, gang
[Verse]
A lot of niggas on some fake shit
Go tell them niggas I'm the last one to play with
I'm serving dick inside the tender, you gon' lay wit' it
And I ain't never changing up, I'm on the same shit
My bitch mad at me, fuck it, I'ma pay for the bitch
Remember back inside the trenches I'd pray for a lick?
Lots of times, I tried to quit, but I was made for this shit
I ran it up, I bought my lonely, I was taking a risk
Want a show? Send that ticket, get a bag first
Ass out for thirty minutes, made her back hurt
Come with less than two bands and get a bad verse
My youngin' askin' shit later, he gon' crash first
I see you cuffin' that lil' bitch, that whole crew fuck her
Somebody call Ella Mai, this nigga booed up
She need a bandage on the cat 'cause it get bruised up
Jump in the water with them sharks, he gon' get chewed up
And they know I'm hearin' first about my currency, bitch
Lil' bro gon' come and get 'em fast, some emergency shit
Your partner gone and you ain't write him, boy, I heard he was sick
Quit acting boujee, ho, like you ain't ever heard of me, bitch
Hold on, I'm still low, just imagine
Pac, we hit 'em up, bitches tucked like a napkin
I was in the cut fresh as fuck, now I'm rappin'
Givenchy under where I'm tryna fuck, hood fashion
Roll a Wood and Gelaty, got the whole car smellin'
Partner tryna diss, I got him pissed, R. Kelly
I know she finna chew, I'ma scoop, jar jelly
Ride through the block, we leave the whole car deadly
Ayy, hold on, she gon' fuck for them blue strips
I know a lot of street niggas with some loose lips
And I can't go against the code 'cause I'm too still
A couple hoes inside the crib, that's a few lips
He in all black lurkin' when the moon up
Choppa shakin' like this bitch need a tune-up
Bitches tryna give me noggin like a crew cut
She can't stand me talking, bitch, then put your shoes up
[Outro]
Hold on