Текст песни Word Play - ZayKing

He say that he hard but he know I'm the harder
No Marcus get 36 I'm moving smarter
Yu think ima savage the way that I slaughter
I'm fuckin this bitch Maury I'm not the father

No gum but that bitch being extra
Quarter back throwin bullets and opps be the catchers
It ain't no water slide but ima wet em
What wheezy say yeah bitch ima get em

Fuck the air he get hit in his head
I need a loaf I'm tryna get to the bread
Bitch ima grizzly ain't talk no Ted
The opps be a baby they get put to bed

No Nike but he getting aired to the max
Just like a wolf we still ride in a pack
Like Kung fu panda he get jacked in black
And Like ninja turtles they master a rat

And that's just how it be
I be high where the trees be
Like Stevie wonder these niggas can't see me
Ain't playin wit opps they get put on the tv
And like a disco we gone spin like a cd

No cheez but they swear that I'm it
Uh he a square but they say he the shit
Bitch I ain't drunk but they callin me lit
These niggas be hatin tf off my dick

She tryna link but I'm tryna get jacked
She want me to jerk so I beat from the back
And yk like cada don't know how to lack
And like some dress pants boy yk I don't slack

Yeah dem niggas be snakes like it's Gucci
Leave the crib but I can't leave my toolie
Run up on my yu must be a fooly
If we slide on that boy den the nigga die real cruely

Damn his ass got fired like a lighter
Uh but it's fuck em my life getting brighter
I wanted her I got her that's who I desire
Lil momma boy missin they sending out flyers

No hanger he put on a T
Uh he went missin he tryna find me
Ima dawg but I ain't got no fleas
Bitch I been the sickest *cough* disease

Bitch I'm on his ass like pamper
Uh yeah Im makin hoes laugh Adam Sandler
I'm havin these clothes like a hamper
Nigga or bitch give a fuck bout a opp we gone stamp em

Yeah I'm on the watch like security
Not nan of yu niggas puttin fear in me
I walk cross the street bet I won't get touched
Idk maybe that's just the deer in me

No sauce but they needa ketchup
I got my foot on they neck I won't let up
They got a slice nigga i got my bread up
And like a fat niggas they ass got me fed up

He run in my section get hit wit that chrome
He gone catch 46 if he come in my zone
Ain't talkin bout Kevin but he home alone
So we run in his shit shoot em straight in the dome