Don't Play With It - Gunna, Young Thug

Extended clip, I cannot miss

I took a risk, I done got rich

My jewelry’s crisp, shit on your bitch

Ice out your wrist, ayy

Make you a wish, blow me a kiss

I sip the six, bottles of it

I don’t get Chris, I’m high as it get

Addys and grits, ayy

Don’t play with it

I’m clutchin' all day with it

Smoke 'em and slay with it

AK, SK with me

My homies my backbone

I’m gettin' my racks on

Don’t play with it

Better not play with it

I’m slayin' your lady

I just came out to tell you I made it

We shootin' at the coppers

If they come to the spot, tryna raid it

Hurricane blue bitch

Bitch green like Malu, yeah

Black diamonds on me like the tint on the coupe, yeah

Penthouse suite, me and my crew, yeah

We all in her mouth, she like rude sex

Quick, take an addy, she don’t do X

She say ooh zaddy, I like your new Patek (let's go)

Addy addy addy, addy addy addy

I took another one yeah, DJ Khaled took another one, yeah

Got new Gucci’s on, yeah

Look like I’m 'bout to go bungee jumping, yeah

Addy addy addy, addy addy addy

I sip lean on her dresses, woo-ooh

Red monkey jeans, ain’t a blessin', woo-ooh

These niggas so mad they steamin' for nothin', woo-ooh

Got bunch of stripes on me

I put Celine all on on they faces, hmm

I iced the toasters like I’m precious, hmm

I took a jet across the nation, hmm

Put princess cuts inside my bracelet, hmm

Extended clip, I cannot miss

I took a risk, I done got rich

My jewelry’s crisp, shit on your bitch

Ice out your wrist, ayy

Make you a wish, blow me a kiss

I sip the six, bottles of it

I don’t get Chris, I’m high as it get

Addys and grits, ayy

Don’t play with it

I’m clutchin' all day with it

Smoke 'em and slay with it

AK, SK with me

My homies my backbone

I’m gettin' my racks on

Don’t play with it

Better not play with it

Fuckin' with the dog, it be Russian Roulette

I got tints on the coupe, same color as the TEC

Got an old lady, and we pillow talk, ooh

Eighty pointer on my nizzeck, yeah nothin' but big yets

I spent thirty-five hundred on a Louis crewneck

Call some slimes, get you whacked, it’s gonn cost a cool rack

Pillow talkin' in the Maybach, oh

Livin' large and really rich, oh

I’m addicted to this money

Go apeshit like Harambe

Catch me drippin', swag my fengshui

Gettin' money every other day

Count that money, ain’t shit nothin' fake

Top floor condo, won’t you come and stay

Keep a hundred, don’t you ever pay

Extended clip, I cannot miss

I took a risk, I done got rich

My jewelry’s crisp, shit on your bitch

Ice out your wrist, ayy

Make you a wish, blow me a kiss

I sip the six, bottles of it

I don’t get Chris, I’m high as it get

Addys and grits, ayy

Don’t play with it

I’m clutchin' all day with it

Smoke 'em and slay with it

AK, SK with me

My homies my backbone

I’m gettin' my racks on

Don’t play with it

Better not play with it