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don’t play - tlp trap lyrics

[chorus]
(this sh*t go’ hard)
[chorus]
(this sh*t go’ hard)

(uh)
(ay)
(look)
(child)
(ay)

b*tch get out nit’ and get back for yo’ brotha’
ay chop’ got a kick and that b*tch hit a studda’
b*tch i’m a real demon might spin on ya’ motha’
i’m smokin’ on thread an’ i’m higher than a bih’

let a n*gga moron get hit wit’ that switch
lil’ b*tch out that drop, k!ll him, and that b*tch
come spin in this way, man yo’ sh*t gettin’ switched
caught an opp tryna’ run, trace him down wit’ a block
why the f*ck is you runnin’, you just made a deal

if i ain’t fly soon, beat him up wit’ the block
ay runna’ n*gga down then throw up the six
ay i catch an opp, i hop out wit’ no mask
ay five star rap an’ this sh*t really trash
might spin through the viv’, lil’ bro make me bad
put a three in the will and you know i won’t pass
catch an opp up in traffic, might shoot threw the glass
ay this ain’t no [?] this b*tch shootin’ fast
the laws get behind me i’m hittin’ the gas
my youngin’s go crazy, tryna’ put on yo mask
we gon’ k!ll yo’ old lady if you act like you mad

if i want him dead [?]
n*gga thought he was dead when he seen the five
shooter’s shootin’ too fast, bake his ass like a pie
ay stitch his ass up, turn his ass to some zah’

n*gga thought i was lackin’ till he heard the glock
bih’ f*ck wit’ the ops, so i tell that hoe bye
on the internet dissin’, that sh*t make me sick
lil’ fo’ pop out, hit yo’ ahh wit’ the bl!ck’

[?] i catch a k, hit his ass wit’ that switch
hit ya’ baby in the face cause’ his ass wortha’ ditch
and i hope that free tee run him down wit’ the block
how the f*ck you a gangsta but walk wit’ a twitch

if a walk doin’ bad, i’ll just give him the blizz’
teach his ass wit’ some hallows, them hoes make him twitch
imma keep from them bricks, till a young n*gga rich
so you come an’ jack coo you get hit wit’ this bl!ck
i’ll run a n*gga down, put a n*gga inna’ ditch
stop screamin’ “gg” till a p beat his sh*t

[chorus]
(uh)
(ay)
(stop screamin’ “gg” till a p beat his sh*t)
(ay)

when i pop out gang betta’ rock out
i think we a [?] how we got the glocks out
we be livin’ sh*t dead, they don’t like when we pop out
and her brotha’ in love but this hoe really bopped out

leave n*gga’s dead everytime that you pop out
i don’t care if you blood, f*ck wit’ them then you [?]
ay we got the ‘brrrr’ if you know it be [?]

[chorus]

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