"Stop Playing" lyrics

[BFB Da Packman:]
Uh, uh, yeah
Yeah, baby, I ain't trippin'
You can get a piece of me, I can get a piece of you
We can even have a lil' piece (Y'ello)
Like an even exchange, baby, y'ello
(Hey, Arnold, come make—)

Baby, you can have a piece of me, stop playin' (Uh)
When I'm with you, I don't gotta pop Xans (Skrrt)
Would you shoot to keep us safe if you see my Glock jam? (Uh)
I ain't trippin' on your ex, bae, I know you got fans (Woah)
I left my ex too, baby, fuck Roxanne (Fuck)
I'm focused on you, got a lot of thots mad
Leavin' bitches on the block list all summer long
Tryna lock in with you, lil' baby, stop playin', I'm sayin' (Oh)

Ain't no question I'd die for your love like a sad song (Right)
And my friends think I'm crazy for spendin' my bag on you (Right)
And your pop said I'm gon' break your heart, your dad wrong
Bae, I get so jealous when you go to the bathroom (Y'ello)
Bae, I need counseling (Uh)
Ring finger lookin' broke, baby, let me ice it (Yeah)
Go through my phone when I'm sleep, that's my lil' spy chick (Y'ello)
Look in my eyes while you suck it, got me so excited (Excited), ooh, you triflin'
Let that settle in
Any game that we play, I gotta let her win
I could tell you a great mama, bae, I left it in
And if a bitch try to fight you, bae, you better win (What?)
Or I'm steppin' in (Or I'm steppin' in)
For real, I'll fight them bitches for you, bae
I know your ex was hard-headed, I'll listen to you, bae
I be feelin' stress-free when you kiss me on the face
And your love got me weak like Cupid hit me with a K

Baby, you can have a piece of me, stop playin' (Uh)
When I'm with you, I don't gotta pop Xans (Skrrt)
Would you shoot to keep us safe if you see my Glock jam? (Uh)
I ain't trippin' on your ex, bae, I know you got fans (Woah)
I left my ex too, baby, fuck Roxanne (Fuck)
I'm focused on you, got a lot of thots mad
Leavin' bitches on the block list all summer long
Tryna lock in with you, lil' baby, stop playin', I'm sayin' (He hit me with a K)

[Chicken P:]
I ain't never met a bitch like you, huh
Ass fat and that pussy tight too, huh
You got it waxed, yeah, that pussy Caillou, huh
Pussy bald, I'ma put my face all in it
Tell them broke bitches stay the fuck out our business
Baby, pick the phone up when I call
Baby, pick the phone up, you see me callin' you
Quit holdin' back on me, I want all of you
I know I got a lot of hoes, fuck all of them
I'm lookin' in the mirror, huh
I'm lookin' in the mirror tryna figure out what they saw in me
If I ain't had this check, baby, would you talk to me?
Huh, I been lookin' for your love, it been costin' me
Huh, got me strung out on this mud, this ain't coffee
Huh, this lil' bitch like Alicia, she bossin' me
When she leave, I can't see, I be nauseous
Baby, I just really want the best of your love
Love it when you fresh out the tub
Love it when you dress in your scrubs
Baby, let's have sex on the rug
You'll be done brought the best out a thug
I'll fight them bitches for you, bae
I know your ex was hard-headed, I'll listen to you, bae
I be feelin' stress-free when you kiss me on the face
And your love got me weak like Cupid hit me with a K, uh

[BFB Da Packman:]
Baby, you can have a piece of me, stop playin' (Uh)
When I'm with you, I don't gotta pop Xans (Skrrt)
Would you shoot to keep us safe if you see my Glock jam? (Uh)
I ain't trippin' on your ex, bae, I know you got fans (Woah)
I left my ex too, baby, fuck Roxanne (Fuck)
I'm focused on you, got a lot of thots mad
Leavin' bitches on the block list all summer long
Tryna lock in with you, lil' baby, stop playin', I'm sayin' (Yeah)

You like lemon drops? Green tea shots?
Top floor, makin' love 'til your knees pop?
Baby daddy blowin' up your phone, boy, please stop
Off this Perc' 30, got me sweatin' out your leave out
Anything 'bout my baby, I'ma step 'bout it
Your last nigga bought you Shein, I'ma get Prada
Your bills turned to my bills, so don't stress 'bout it
I could turn a bad solid bitch into a stepmama
I'm talkin' big business (I'm talkin' big business)
Do hair and go to school, man, my chick gifted (Man, my chick gifted)
Bitches thinkin' they competition, must be big trippin' (Must be big trippin')
Got you that G-Wagen Benz, now you whip different
I be big trickin' (I be big trickin')
I'm tryna grow old and gray with you
I get jealous when her daddy come and heart my bae picture
Fuck goin' to the clubs, I'm tryna spend my day with you
Let me have your heart, bae, I promise not to play with it

Baby, you can have a piece of me, stop playin' (Uh)
When I'm with you, I don't gotta pop Xans (Skrrt)
Would you shoot to keep us safe if you see my Glock jam? (Uh)
I ain't trippin' on your ex, bae, I know you got fans (Woah)
I left my ex too, baby, fuck Roxanne (Fuck)
I'm focused on you, got a lot of thots mad
Leavin' bitches on the block list all summer long
Tryna lock in with you, lil' baby, stop playin', I'm sayin' (Oh)

[Outro]
And another thing with all that
My people be talkin' 'bout, "Bitch, you be yeah on the 'Gram, but you don't be— when you come to me, bitch
Be any kind of way"
Sure in the fuck do, baby
Sure— you know why? I'm not 'bout to waste no outfit just to come see somethin'
Nine times out of ten, I'm 'bout to get fucked, nigga
I— just to go back in, I ain't got nowhere else to go
What the fuck I look like? Fuck me ugly
Nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
You know where I get? I could switch it up, but you not 'bout to fuck up my outfit
I barely be wantin' to wear my shit
Just, yeah, I don't be wantin' to wear my outfits
Like, bitch, uh, no, bitch
I'm just fuckin' with somethin', I don't wanna wear my outfit just to go
Look cute, I don't know, nobody know, I'm sorry
Love you to death, but no
Don't care, bitch
Fuck me
And fuck me right
Now send me back on my way, so I can go take a bath, my hair probably be ugly anyway
The fuck, nigga?