
letra de old heads play this - prettifun
[part i]
[verse]
i wasn’t even tryin’ stand—
i wasn’t even tryin’ stand out
time has come, b-tch i’m mad, so keep your head down (hitec, this ho crazy)
i can rap like uzi, but make beats like i’m deadmau5
i don’t play fair with these n-ggas, f-ck a head count
b-tch flexin’ for these hoes, pull the bread out (flexin’ for these hoes)
if you say i’m ass, boy, you lyin’ out your d-mn mouth (out your d-mn mouth)
yeah i keep it cool, but, my b-tch, i don’t play ’bout (i don’t play ’bout)
first, i wasn’t on, but the second shot gon’ lay around (yeah, yeah)
no, you not important, i don’t got nothin’ to say about you
in your city too, n-gga, i don’t need a voucher
i know sh-t look green, my n-gga, but it’s snakes around you
my bro took the perc’, he hid it in the quarter pounder
n-gga, i been at this sh-t for a minute, my style don’t got no founder (yeah, yeah)
every time i made a beat, then cook up, b-tch, i feel like chowder
this one ho wanna put me in the light, guess what? they still ain’t found him
can’t even be outside at the show, guess what? they—
[part ii]
[verse]
huh, uh
how you gon’ run the game over? huh
i am the god of this sh-t, i turn the timex into a rollie
i just been givin’ them hit after hit,
huh, i’m goin’ ‘fit for ‘fit, my drip look endless, your sh-t bogus
n-gga, i switch, switch the flow up, baby, they gotta stay potent, huh
tryna get backstage, n-ggas don’t know him, get turned around by the doorman
i used to buy skittles from the candy lady, now its weed from dope man
i remember workin’ hard at the food line, i used to wait for the payment
snake denim came from j-pan, when i f-ck the b-tch, give her helpin’ hand
b-tch, she know i’m mr. tenfigs, ’cause i go to sleep dreamin’ ’bout the bands
you ain’t never had a label call you, wanna put 100k in advance
put 200k in advance, 500k, f-ckin’ bands
it’s a fact he gon’ slime you out, and that’s not a bet, n-gga not your mans
get some racks, no, it’s not a mouse, he just want the cheese up in his hands
where he at? we gon’ find him out, boy, stay still ’till a n-gga land
when i go out to new york, hold a contest, call it “f-ck-a-fan”
haha
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