PLAY BALL PT 2
[Intro: Yavi DG, Yommy G & Goon Glizz]
Grrah, grrah
Drilly, grrah, grrah (Honcho)
Damn, Big Dead Game, n***a they know my bop, grrah, grrah
Drop my 8, I'ma take 6 of y'all n***as (Mmm, nah, turn that up)
Grrah, boom (Young Madz)
Drilly (Play Ball)
[Verse 1: Goon Glizz]
Once I get in that mode, don't test me (Like, what?)
FN got kick like Jet Li
We either walk up on feet, or we throw out the renty (Grrah, grrah)
Sidestep on that block, when I throw, make it heavy
Whole lot of opps got mixed with the fronto (Like, what?)
We was crazy part one, but this is the part two
No gun on my body, I'll spark you
Better stay with your gun, that's a smart move
Fuck you gon' do when this G start playin'?
Gun start singin', you better get low (What?)
New G and it came with extendo
Slow down the car, lеt me throw out the window
Whole lotta lеttin' this shit, like a pistol
Just for mentionin' Pop, word to bro, I'ma get you
[?] got beat, and he left with a trip too
Don't spin in a car, 'cause that shit'll get flipped too
And I love my bitches on thot shit
She shakin' her hips, she totin' this knocka
Free Blitz, do it proper
Hit it once, after that, got to block her
Goin' up, had to switch up my roster
Dreads gon' hang out my ski like a Rasta, like
Dreads gon' hang out my ski like a what?
[Verse 2: Yavi DG & Yommy G]
On court with the G, playin' ball with the chop
N***as know how I get on that block, never stop
Word to bro, we done made n***as took off they watch
Any time we done spun, we sent multiple shots
Every Glock got a laser, that's multiple dots
Red beam, when I spot me a 'Wok on the Wats'
Green beam in the day, you could still see the dot
New tip, .57, bullets go through the car
When I flick, better duck, like, you better dodge
On the S, with a Trend, tryna catch me a Card
Got a 300 black out, going through cars
Like, you could run, but these bullets go far
When I'm spinnin' with Yommy, we tryna play ball
Got my bro on the spot, tryna wait for that call
I say a word, then he lettin' it off, n***a
Big G-Side, no block like this
[Verse 3: Yommy G]
Like, damn, word to my dead, we givin' n***as hell (Like, damn)
Word to my dead, we givin' n***as belt
Them n***as still pussy, linkin' up for help
N***as get shot in they shit, and go tell
And word to my dead, I bought some guns through Zelle
I catch a shit with that shit, 'fore I sell
N***a got shot in his face, and he fell
(Lu Money?) buggin', get away from 12
And bro better never say he feel a way
He know I'ma flock a n***a in his face
Trey pound bug, but never leave a trace
Why n***as movin' wocky in this place?
Heard he got scapped up, ripped in his face
And he tried to troll me, just the other day, like
Why is these n***as really tryna play?
N***as who ain't did shit, sayin' my name (N***a)
N***as who ain't did shit sayin' my—
N***as tryna say for a bitch, we expose 'em
And that backdoor shit really open
I had a lot of bitches really totin'
I am not the n***a to be loafin'
Bro tryna flick on they side, off emotion
Like, this is not the way that n***as goin'
I'm startin' to think that n***as really trollin'
Why you goin' on drills? You ain't blowin'
When you steppin' on court, ain't no timeout
Like Rondo, I bring the .9 out
She said her pussy too good, I'ma find out
Call me bro, n***as better come ride out
Why is he talkin' 'bout guns, like five out
And the toughest n***a gettin' slimed out
Drilly, big G-Side, no block like—
With the Makk, he be throwin' the Sleeze up
With the Jets, and they throwin' the B's up
S double M, I know they wanna be us
New opp, n***as still tryna team up
[Outro: Yommy G]
Damn, got the 8 with me
Grrah, grrah grrah
(Honcho)
(Young Madz)
Grrah, grrah
Drilly, grrah, grrah (Honcho)
Damn, Big Dead Game, n***a they know my bop, grrah, grrah
Drop my 8, I'ma take 6 of y'all n***as (Mmm, nah, turn that up)
Grrah, boom (Young Madz)
Drilly (Play Ball)
[Verse 1: Goon Glizz]
Once I get in that mode, don't test me (Like, what?)
FN got kick like Jet Li
We either walk up on feet, or we throw out the renty (Grrah, grrah)
Sidestep on that block, when I throw, make it heavy
Whole lot of opps got mixed with the fronto (Like, what?)
We was crazy part one, but this is the part two
No gun on my body, I'll spark you
Better stay with your gun, that's a smart move
Fuck you gon' do when this G start playin'?
Gun start singin', you better get low (What?)
New G and it came with extendo
Slow down the car, lеt me throw out the window
Whole lotta lеttin' this shit, like a pistol
Just for mentionin' Pop, word to bro, I'ma get you
[?] got beat, and he left with a trip too
Don't spin in a car, 'cause that shit'll get flipped too
And I love my bitches on thot shit
She shakin' her hips, she totin' this knocka
Free Blitz, do it proper
Hit it once, after that, got to block her
Goin' up, had to switch up my roster
Dreads gon' hang out my ski like a Rasta, like
Dreads gon' hang out my ski like a what?
[Verse 2: Yavi DG & Yommy G]
On court with the G, playin' ball with the chop
N***as know how I get on that block, never stop
Word to bro, we done made n***as took off they watch
Any time we done spun, we sent multiple shots
Every Glock got a laser, that's multiple dots
Red beam, when I spot me a 'Wok on the Wats'
Green beam in the day, you could still see the dot
New tip, .57, bullets go through the car
When I flick, better duck, like, you better dodge
On the S, with a Trend, tryna catch me a Card
Got a 300 black out, going through cars
Like, you could run, but these bullets go far
When I'm spinnin' with Yommy, we tryna play ball
Got my bro on the spot, tryna wait for that call
I say a word, then he lettin' it off, n***a
Big G-Side, no block like this
[Verse 3: Yommy G]
Like, damn, word to my dead, we givin' n***as hell (Like, damn)
Word to my dead, we givin' n***as belt
Them n***as still pussy, linkin' up for help
N***as get shot in they shit, and go tell
And word to my dead, I bought some guns through Zelle
I catch a shit with that shit, 'fore I sell
N***a got shot in his face, and he fell
(Lu Money?) buggin', get away from 12
And bro better never say he feel a way
He know I'ma flock a n***a in his face
Trey pound bug, but never leave a trace
Why n***as movin' wocky in this place?
Heard he got scapped up, ripped in his face
And he tried to troll me, just the other day, like
Why is these n***as really tryna play?
N***as who ain't did shit, sayin' my name (N***a)
N***as who ain't did shit sayin' my—
N***as tryna say for a bitch, we expose 'em
And that backdoor shit really open
I had a lot of bitches really totin'
I am not the n***a to be loafin'
Bro tryna flick on they side, off emotion
Like, this is not the way that n***as goin'
I'm startin' to think that n***as really trollin'
Why you goin' on drills? You ain't blowin'
When you steppin' on court, ain't no timeout
Like Rondo, I bring the .9 out
She said her pussy too good, I'ma find out
Call me bro, n***as better come ride out
Why is he talkin' 'bout guns, like five out
And the toughest n***a gettin' slimed out
Drilly, big G-Side, no block like—
With the Makk, he be throwin' the Sleeze up
With the Jets, and they throwin' the B's up
S double M, I know they wanna be us
New opp, n***as still tryna team up
[Outro: Yommy G]
Damn, got the 8 with me
Grrah, grrah grrah
(Honcho)
(Young Madz)