PLAY - J-E-T-S, Jimmy Edgar, Machinedrum

Why you play so much?

Damn, y’all play too much

Damn, you play too much

Y’all play too much

Spit it, hit em, miss me with the dumb shit

These motherfuckers really got some fucking gum shit

Coming into function, fronting like they run shit

Spying on a bitch, yo, I think he fucking Russian

Do we need to rush him?

Dun concuss him

You was acting petty with the feddy

You was taking cuts in the cut

Niggas with they nuts in a bunch

Niggas put a punch in your brunch

Walking with the limp and a crutch

You play, play pop all day, big cheese

Punk ass, they see you down on your kneesies

Get down with doggies, bet you got fleasies

Odd bitches lurking, they not my species

Pill pop, you perkin', numbskull, you rascal

For the finger bang bang, lost all your passwords

Last place you face it, bum boy, a straggler

Blanco like Mykki, roll, camera, action

I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life

I’ve, I’ve, I’ve dreamed my entire life

I’ve dreamed my entire life

Waiting for this moment my entire life

A true life, a real life

You call it hustling, I call it love (I call it love)

You call it struggling, I call it love

You call it hustling, hustling, I call it love (I call it love)

You call it struggling, I call it love

You call it hustling, I call it love (I call it love)

You call it struggling, I call it love

You call it hustling, I call it love

You call it struggling, I call it love (I call it love)

(I call it love, I call it love)

(I call it love, I call it love)

(I call it love, I call it love)

(I call it love)