18Veno Playas Play lyrics
Playas Play
18Veno
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[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfucking beat?)
(iMixNation for real)
(Ah nah, you ain't made that motherfucker)
[Chorus]
Haters hate, players play, nigga, what your trap gon' shake
I just flipped a twenty-eight, now I'm right on the interstate
I press accept, when they call, it's time to make another play
Exotic strands, they love the taste, just got a bag of wedding cake
Chopper eat his flesh, not the legs, we aim for his vest
Told bro pass the TEC, I'ma dunk, feel like Russell Wеst
Bitch, I'm gon' dump, leave him slumped, choppеr in the trunk
We sending bombs like Trump, been hungry for bodies, I eat 'em for lunch
[Verse]
I been hungry for bodies
I work my move with this shotty, these bullets, they fill up your body
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, ten toes in the field, I'm dying about it
Ten toes in the field, it's a fact that I'm strapped
Ain't gotta reach for the pole 'cause that bitch in my lap
Check who nigga where, ain't no cap in my rap
Fuck niggas get killed every day off an app
Niggas die every day
You shouldn't have tried today, your mama gon' cry the whole day
My niggas, they ride and slide with Dracs, preheat the oven, it's time to bake
Preheat the oven, put a hole in him, no donuts, these bullets, they come by the dozen
AK-47, that bitch come from Russia
Serving gas on the block, but no, I'm not a [?]
Serving gas on the block, fuck the police
Gotta watch out for the white-ass crackers, they on me
They knowing that I keep it on me
Get my funds, pay up, lil' nigga, you owe me
Get my funds, pay up
I'm right up, better knuck if you buck
We sending shots, better duck
We get the drop on the spot, that's a paper, we ripping it up
[Chorus]
Haters hate, players play, nigga, what your trap gon' shake
I just flipped a twenty-eight, now I'm right on the interstate
I press accept, when they call, it's time to make another play
Exotic strands, they love the taste, just got a bag of wedding cake
Chopper eat his flesh, not the legs, we aim for his vest
Told bro pass the TEC, I'ma dunk, feel like Russell West
Bitch, I'm gon' dump, leave him slumped, chopper in the trunk
We sending bombs like Trump, been hungry for bodies, I eat 'em for lunch
(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherfucking beat?)
(iMixNation for real)
(Ah nah, you ain't made that motherfucker)
[Chorus]
Haters hate, players play, nigga, what your trap gon' shake
I just flipped a twenty-eight, now I'm right on the interstate
I press accept, when they call, it's time to make another play
Exotic strands, they love the taste, just got a bag of wedding cake
Chopper eat his flesh, not the legs, we aim for his vest
Told bro pass the TEC, I'ma dunk, feel like Russell Wеst
Bitch, I'm gon' dump, leave him slumped, choppеr in the trunk
We sending bombs like Trump, been hungry for bodies, I eat 'em for lunch
[Verse]
I been hungry for bodies
I work my move with this shotty, these bullets, they fill up your body
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, ten toes in the field, I'm dying about it
Ten toes in the field, it's a fact that I'm strapped
Ain't gotta reach for the pole 'cause that bitch in my lap
Check who nigga where, ain't no cap in my rap
Fuck niggas get killed every day off an app
Niggas die every day
You shouldn't have tried today, your mama gon' cry the whole day
My niggas, they ride and slide with Dracs, preheat the oven, it's time to bake
Preheat the oven, put a hole in him, no donuts, these bullets, they come by the dozen
AK-47, that bitch come from Russia
Serving gas on the block, but no, I'm not a [?]
Serving gas on the block, fuck the police
Gotta watch out for the white-ass crackers, they on me
They knowing that I keep it on me
Get my funds, pay up, lil' nigga, you owe me
Get my funds, pay up
I'm right up, better knuck if you buck
We sending shots, better duck
We get the drop on the spot, that's a paper, we ripping it up
[Chorus]
Haters hate, players play, nigga, what your trap gon' shake
I just flipped a twenty-eight, now I'm right on the interstate
I press accept, when they call, it's time to make another play
Exotic strands, they love the taste, just got a bag of wedding cake
Chopper eat his flesh, not the legs, we aim for his vest
Told bro pass the TEC, I'ma dunk, feel like Russell West
Bitch, I'm gon' dump, leave him slumped, chopper in the trunk
We sending bombs like Trump, been hungry for bodies, I eat 'em for lunch
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