Play Around - Statik Selektah, CONWAY THE MACHINE, 2 Chainz

The yay on the stove, my nigga

Need new batteries for my scale, lemme weigh up them O’s, my nigga

Shooter’s sniffin' fifty just to stay on his toes, my nigga

Fifty round sticks, niggas sprayin' with those, my nigga (Brr)

I got hit in my throat

Face twisted up but I’m still sick with the flow (Hah)

You niggas sick as me?

No, you niggas sick of me, I know

But you bitch niggas know you get your shit split if you approach

Nigga I’m GOAT, Grimiest Of All Time when I spitted this dope

Paid a grip for the coat (Ooh) the slippers is four

Ride with a stick in the Ghost, but even when I was broke

The Smith & was close, niggas was gettin' smokd

Hit the back of your head, I’ma lift it with this toast (Uh-huh)

I got hit in back of my head, but nigga, I’m still afloat (Ha)

Th Machine, nigga, that light green, nigga

I send my youngin' through there to do a sting, nigga (Brr, grrah)

We really don’t play around

Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down

Don’t nobody move and don’t nobody make a sound

Everybody lose if anybody stay around

We really don’t play around

Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down

Don’t nobody move and don’t nobody make a sound

Everybody lose if everybody stay around (Yeah)

Nobody move, nobody get hurt (Hurt)

Toni take a Adderall, he gon' take a Perc (Toni)

Christian Dior shirt pressed (Uh)

King of the jungle, might lace my shorty with a fur dress (Damn)

Now four niggas tried to sing on me, quartet (Woo)

PPP came in and got a Corvette (Nyoom)

Mama text me and said I need more rest

But I heard they think I’ma lose, I need more bets (I need more)

This the synchronized swimmin' edition

Two bowls full of babies in the fetal position

Crack talk, trap talk, if you bein' specific

And I’m all about my bread, I need that in a jiffy

We really don’t play around

Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools you lay down

Don’t nobody move and don’t nobody make a sound

Everybody lose if anybody stay around

We really don’t play around

Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down

Don’t nobody move and don’t nobody make a sound

Everybody lose if everybody stay around

This crack rap, trap rap

This that eenie meenie miney mo

Goddamn .44 at your grandmammy door

If you ain’t got my sack wrapped (Sack wrapped)

Knock-knock, hello, blap-blap

That’ll show you the use for the tool

Tried to play a nigga lame, but a nigga played cool

Now your grandmother on the evening news (News)

Man, I’m the meanest, cleanest, evilest genius grabbing my penis

Crucified, niggas thought I died, I’m back, I’m Jesus (I'm Jesus)

Got crack in the back, got gas in the pack, got pills in the attic (Attic)

I’m a Rolex rocker, never wanted the AP or lusted the Pateks (Pateks)

Street politics, sold white dope right in front of your house (Your house)

I be the reason your auntie skeezin' and your uncle sold your couch (Your couch)

Dope boy, dope boy

I ask, «Do we got a problem?»

like Doughboy (Doughboy)

You ain’t really nothin' but a ho, boy, you ain’t really, you ain’t really want

that smoke boy

Look at my team and look at your team, man, we really mean that shit

We came in with the sticks

We can get to aimin' and flamin' shit (Shit)

Look at your woman gettin' all anxious, talkin' piece of shit

Still on my dope boy script, look at her, tell her, «Shut up, bitch»

Play around

Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down

Don’t nobody move and don’t nobody make a sound

Everybody lose if anybody stay around

We really don’t play around

Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down

Don’t nobody move and don’t nobody make a sound

Everybody lose if anybody stay around