Stop Playin - Celly Ru, $tupid Young, Teejay3k

Ay, lil nigga stop playing

Tell the motherfucking truth

You know you really ain’t gonna shoot

Why you acting like the man?

You don’t really got juice

Niggas lying in the booth

You ain’t out there with the gang

You ain’t out there with the crew

Nigga do it to look cute

You just do it for the fame

Real niggas don’t salute

Tell the motherfucking truth

Ay, I ain’t triggered off these hoes nigga I say the cake

Stupid Young turn on the fate, can’t name the date

Why these niggas acting like they riding with thangs and case

Nigga the biggest gun you ever saw was .38

We ride around tryna do a nigga dirty plates

Caught him coming at his house said 638

Fully automatic rounds, that’s the dirty cake

Disappear before the police came, shit was way too late

I don’t think they really know it, we been beefing

I don’t think they won’t beef, just sticking vegan

Ran up a bag, they blew a bag, anemics

In a hell cap, putting work on the demon

We gon get the score, fuck being even

When we slide, we gon make sure there ain’t nobody breathing

Baby Nate put it, use some cold season

All these niggas capping, they be lying for no reason

Stop playing

Tell the motherfucking truth

You know you really ain’t gonna shoot

Why you acting like the man?

You don’t really got juice

Niggas lying in the booth

You ain’t out there with the gang

You ain’t out there with the crew

Nigga do it to look cute

You just do it for the fame

Real niggas don’t salute

Tell the motherfucking truth

Ay, top shadow with a burner on my waist, same

Age, we ain’t grow up, why you throwing up my gang

Got it on me, if I pull it, I’mma shoot a nigga flame

Fuck this fame, think I’m playing, I’mma show you what I’m saying

Ay, roadrunner, freak a lil crazy, that’s a cold gunner

Smoke something, one of mines, going into a cold summer

Fo some peers, come and ask you, you don’t know nothing

Tell a cousin blood name, solid here you don’t gon fuck

Hunnet shots, come from 34 hunnet block

Fuck yo block, you can die, if you ain’t one of mine fuck yo lives

Spend along, I ain’t got it on me, lil homie pops

Stand over nigga still nick blick but it was only socks

Stop playing, you just rapping, you was not banging

Eyes closed, when that nigga shot, he was not aiming

I tap in with the Asians when I cap cater

Bought it in the morning and we finished it a block later

Lil nigga stop playing

Tell the motherfucking truth

You know you really ain’t gonna shoot

Why you acting like the man?

You don’t really got juice

Niggas lying in the booth

You ain’t out there with the gang

You ain’t out there with the crew

Nigga do it to look cute

You just do it for the fame

Real niggas don’t salute

Tell the motherfucking truth

Ay, you ain’t really with the shits

You ain’t no bust, you a bitch

You gon floss for a bizz

But you flawer than a bitch

Come on down for a hit

Put a hole through yo 'fit

From the south to the west, me and Young, we the best

Bitch I’m coming for yo head, ain’t no need for no vest

If I gotta pull up, then I’m leaving a mess

And before I hit that door, I gotta leave with my tec, ay

Fuck that other shit, I don’t get into that monyo

Pull that 4 on that tec, got me long gone

You a bitch, I know it when you told them

And I can’t fuck with you, nigga get your roll on

You ain’t get it from the dirt

If you scared, go to church, fuck around and get hurt (nigga)

Fuck around and get a merc

I ain’t put them on the shirt, I put them in the Earth

Lil nigga stop playing

Tell the motherfucking truth

You know you really ain’t gonna shoot

Why you acting like the man?

You don’t really got juice

Niggas lying in the booth

You ain’t out there with the gang

You ain’t out there with the crew

Nigga do it to look cute

You just do it for the fame

Real niggas don’t salute

Tell the motherfucking truth