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letra de play ball (original) - yus gz

[intro: yus gz]
(mm, nah, turn that up)
(ayy, come here)
(young madz)
grrah-grrah
like—
(honcho)
like, brodie gon fl!ck’, he tryna—
(ayy, come here)
like, grrah
(play ball)

[verse 1: yus gz]
okay, they wanna play
like-like, i’m tryna do ’em like zay (grrah, grrah)
like, bruh out the window, tryna catch a play (grrah)
on the sev’, it get ugly, doa
f-ck a gbg baby, b-tch, i’m ebk (o-oo-oof)
like-like—
like, bend both ways, like
i’m tryna boom broad day, like
bet they won’t run when these bullets spraying
don’t run, bet they won’t trip (don’t run)
jdotty, he was itchin’ to fl!ck (grrah)
smoke rip, that n-gga slipped (rippy)
like, ain’t no ricky, watch that n-gga trip
like—, ricky, brodie got ’em runnin’ rick (likе, like)
brodie got ’em runnin’ rick (likе grrah)
tryna push up on me, i’ma fl!ck
they know my bop, mr. throw the whole clip (throw the whole, graow)
oh, he think he lit? watch how i fl!ck (think he lit)
like, watch how i move with the l!ck
know bro gon’ throw, watch his body drop
before he could blow, n-ggas ’bout to dip (o-oo-oof)
we on the sev’ tryna catch us a l!ck (we on that sh-t)
she threw it back, guess she felt the stick (grrah, grrah)
i got knocks, i ain’t shaking no hips
sally, becky, brenda clips (grrah)
like, f-ck ratty, he dead in a ditch (ratty)
like, when he run, sent the pic
beam on the gun, i’ma get ’em hit (what up, bro?)
last thing you heard was, “don’t run, don’t trip”
like pop out that cut, n-gga, watch ’em rip (where he goin’?)
chase ’em, i get out of breath, i’ma fl!ck
get out of the way, like he tryna dip
flock—flock ’em down, ain’t no way he could (grrah, grrah)
flock ’em down, ain’t no way he could (like grrah)
bullets f-ck up the fabric, wherever it hit
notti bop, poke your hips (notti)
totin’ that g while she shaking that sh-t
like, “bae, you want henny?”, i don’t sip (nah)
b-tch, i’ma die off the lean, got me lit (grrah, grrah)
too much ptsd, who that in that whip?
bend both ways, ebs slimed out sim
[verse 2: jay hound]
n-ggas dare us to come to the bronx
but, if we do, them n-ggas gettin’ harmed
naz loc died under a car, like
jayripk got sent to the stars
oh, they wanna diss, they gon’ see who we are, like
bullets wakin’ ’em up, like alarm
two m’s on a, i’ma [?]
brodie kept fl!ckin’, tryna get him—
tryna finish this mission, like
ems, tryna get with ’em
gb up top, free the glo out the system
double back, if my finger start itchin’
i put the g2, in my essentials, like
i started flockin’ utensils
whole lot of lead, i ain’t talkin’ no pencil
who did what? sh-t like a riddle

[bridge: sdot go]
who did what? this sh-t like a—

[verse 3: sdot go]
you want me to slide? okay
we out to the bronx, stopping’s in the rey
who gon’ respond when i scream doa?
bet, that be the last thing he say
dougie b keep on dissin’, i’m smokin’ on blay
it wasn’t fun, when we ran into kay
i don’t really like dissin’ n-ggas on the rey
ayo, tg, let’s come out and play
jb died, ambulance was late
and, i ain’t gon’ lie, i smoke him to the face
don’t try to run, i’ma come [?]
tote [?], please don’t get in my way
don’t got the knock, he gettin’ [?]
got no beam on the g, it’s f-ckin’ with my aim

- yus gz

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