"Don't Play At All" lyrics
Peysoh & The Game Lyrics
(Matt Brick$)
[Peysoh:]
Ayy, free the homies doin' time in the back
It ain't rank 'cause you poppin', you just know how to rap
You better ask CRASH about me, I'm a fool with a strap
If we go down for this thing, you better know how to act
You should've seen that last body, he got tapped in the head
I was present when it happened, you was tucked into bed
Send shots for the fallen, now my nigga correct
It be the main niggas poppin' it who failin' they test
It was mando hoppin' out and try to aim for the apple
He be gang for them pics, but never here for the battle
Katta sic him if he run, walked away, bullets tackle
And it's been fuck a bitch, my nigga, all of 'em rattle
I can see it in your eyes you ain't gon' step for the cause
Shot the homie, we ain't cry, we tryna go play ball
Thinkin' if this shit don't work, who gon' be there to call?
He be the reaper in them songs, but ain't steppin' at all
You ain't did it up close and stuck around 'til he flopped
Niggas know you need a body if you bangin' the block
I shoot to kill when I get crackin', I ain't fuckin' with stocks
And if I'm lyin', then I'm flyin', caught a B on the Watts
I'm with the hop-outs, he ain't slidin', we gon' break him off
I got demons steady lurkin', tryna shake 'em off
I be really goin' through it, tryna play it off
And the only thing we play is ball, we don't play at all
I'm with the hop-outs, he ain't slidin', we gon' break him off
I got demons steady lurkin', tryna shake 'em off
I be really goin' through it, tryna play it off
And the only thing we play is ball, we don't play at all
[The Game:]
Hit him in his top, let him know the homie serious
Cincinnati hat backwards, Piru period
I don't play about it
Pop the Mercedes trunk and pull a K up out it
1-8-7, nigga, I'ma have my way about it
Stand on business, I'ma sit it, uh
Kill a nigga granny if he tell 'em Peysoh did it
Known around the city, carry chrome around the city
Watch your tone or I'ma spread a nigga dome around the city
Take your top off
When I swing, I swing for the fences
Keep a couple poles on me like it's Topgolf
Pick you off and vacay, after that, you gettin' dropped off
Nigga talkin' spicy, we gon' spill his fuckin' hot sauce
Or I could do this shit from home
Let it fly from Calabasas, hit a nigga with a drone
Put him in a blunt, then put him in a song
Talkin' peace, all I hear is dead homies on the phone, no game
[Peysoh:]
I'm with the hop-outs, he ain't slidin', we gon' break him off
I got demons steady lurkin', tryna shake 'em off
I be really goin' through it, tryna play it off
And the only thing we play is ball, we don't play at all
I'm with the hop-outs, he ain't slidin', we gon' break him off
I got demons steady lurkin', tryna shake 'em off
I be really goin' through it, tryna play it off
And the only thing we play is ball, we don't play at all
[Peysoh:]
Ayy, free the homies doin' time in the back
It ain't rank 'cause you poppin', you just know how to rap
You better ask CRASH about me, I'm a fool with a strap
If we go down for this thing, you better know how to act
You should've seen that last body, he got tapped in the head
I was present when it happened, you was tucked into bed
Send shots for the fallen, now my nigga correct
It be the main niggas poppin' it who failin' they test
It was mando hoppin' out and try to aim for the apple
He be gang for them pics, but never here for the battle
Katta sic him if he run, walked away, bullets tackle
And it's been fuck a bitch, my nigga, all of 'em rattle
I can see it in your eyes you ain't gon' step for the cause
Shot the homie, we ain't cry, we tryna go play ball
Thinkin' if this shit don't work, who gon' be there to call?
He be the reaper in them songs, but ain't steppin' at all
You ain't did it up close and stuck around 'til he flopped
Niggas know you need a body if you bangin' the block
I shoot to kill when I get crackin', I ain't fuckin' with stocks
And if I'm lyin', then I'm flyin', caught a B on the Watts
I'm with the hop-outs, he ain't slidin', we gon' break him off
I got demons steady lurkin', tryna shake 'em off
I be really goin' through it, tryna play it off
And the only thing we play is ball, we don't play at all
I'm with the hop-outs, he ain't slidin', we gon' break him off
I got demons steady lurkin', tryna shake 'em off
I be really goin' through it, tryna play it off
And the only thing we play is ball, we don't play at all
[The Game:]
Hit him in his top, let him know the homie serious
Cincinnati hat backwards, Piru period
I don't play about it
Pop the Mercedes trunk and pull a K up out it
1-8-7, nigga, I'ma have my way about it
Stand on business, I'ma sit it, uh
Kill a nigga granny if he tell 'em Peysoh did it
Known around the city, carry chrome around the city
Watch your tone or I'ma spread a nigga dome around the city
Take your top off
When I swing, I swing for the fences
Keep a couple poles on me like it's Topgolf
Pick you off and vacay, after that, you gettin' dropped off
Nigga talkin' spicy, we gon' spill his fuckin' hot sauce
Or I could do this shit from home
Let it fly from Calabasas, hit a nigga with a drone
Put him in a blunt, then put him in a song
Talkin' peace, all I hear is dead homies on the phone, no game
[Peysoh:]
I'm with the hop-outs, he ain't slidin', we gon' break him off
I got demons steady lurkin', tryna shake 'em off
I be really goin' through it, tryna play it off
And the only thing we play is ball, we don't play at all
I'm with the hop-outs, he ain't slidin', we gon' break him off
I got demons steady lurkin', tryna shake 'em off
I be really goin' through it, tryna play it off
And the only thing we play is ball, we don't play at all
