Songtexte Stop Playin' - RJizzle

Stop Playin'
Bitch
Yeah
Come on

You can't come around us
Bitch you not gang
I'm finna go out of state
Cause all these hoes getting lame

After the call, Mike Breen,
Lil nigga I'mma bang
Boy, the city hot as hell
Man, you better carry flame

Cold bitch on my side
This my newer bitch
Don't act off, around the guys
Just be cool and shit
You never put in the work
That's why you lose and shit
Put the mic down
You do not know what to do with this
Will never switch on my brotha
Bitch, we locked in
If I ever pop out with a bitch
Just know she top ten
Talk wrong on the paint
You getting boxed in
Why is these hoes niggas telling
You is not ten

Tell the bitch it's not a game
Cause it's only up
My nigga only care about money
Say he voting Trump
My momma think I'm being healthy
All my bitches plump
You can't run from your karma
You ain't Forrest Gump
Niggas love to air it all
Wanna say they blunt
And they lame with no money
They don't get no cunt
Los coming through with a,,
You gon' hear a dunt
Jump ain't even in NFL
Making niggas punt

I'm all about my bands, gang
I get the tripping cause I'm paid.
Two fours in the clip
We gon' give his ass a fade
When I touch some paper
I swear I celebrate like a parade
Don't get pissed on
Cause I'ma up the score
Like I'm Cade
What you doing later
Come on, let me stay the night
About to see if Jizzle got gun in
Cause I do not fight
You know I want your other friend
Go and get the one I like
I gave her two thumbs up
And told that bitch to take a hike

They was fucking with Mutumbo
We gon' double back
I had thought it was a fluke
Till I doubled that

Passed the 9 to B-ro(Burrow)
He a quarterback
Get it through the mail
They sick
I then ordered that
I want extras with my chicken
I ain't order flats
Boy think I want his hoe
I ain't call her back
If I say I want his hoe
Brodie calling slaps
If I say I want his head
Bet he get it tapped

You better put that hammer down
Cause it ain't shit to send the blitz
I don't care about no broad
Cause it ain't shit to up a bitch
You gotta stay down or stack it up
Until you getting rich
Check the sco'
All my niggas pushing shots up like the Knicks
If my team down
I'm the one that get a bucket
Wasn't you just on my dick last year
You know what, fuck it
I think she wanna ring
But I was really thinking tuck it
Stop talking about a lot of money
You ain't never touched it

Nigga posted in the hood, he be ducked off
And the nigga not stepping, he is not Hoff
Like a nigga was crack, he done turned soft
If a nigga was Steph(en), he'd be Hawk
We can stop right now, let the beat walk Niggas playing the wrong game
They gon' be chalked
Chilling with this one thing
Got her cheeks caulked
You can't learn to be real
That can't be taught
What these niggas on
Jizzle put em' in they place

O he in the Zone
Knock a nigga out his space
I don't really like his hat
So I'ma hit him in his face
I don't really like his body
We gon' put him in a case
Man, you cannot stay the night
You betta move with some haste

Yea she like the wrong niggas
But she got a pretty face
I hit this bitch the first night
Ain't have to go to second base
Say she ain't sucking dick
Man that lil bitch is laced

Stop playin'