Foolio, Project Youngin - Stop Playin lyrics

Brrat lil' Project Youngin, man, can't
Tell me nothin', man
YNW, BBG, yeah
Silly me, I can rap for anything

Yeah, bitch, look at the ice on my wrist
(My wrist)
Watch how I fuck on your bitch (Your bitch)
Pull up and shoot at your shit (Brrat)
Can't fuck with the jit (Nah)
Heard he a lil' pussy lil' bitch
(Lil' pussy)
Heard he ain't really got racks and he
Flexin' on Instagram with his dawg's shit
(Bitch) he my lil' fan, he a hater (Yeah)
Mad he ain't got no paper (No paper)
Stay in your lane, I'm doing my thing
I'ma send these shots at your taper
Mad 'cause I came up rich, lil' nigga
(For real)
I'll fuck your bitch, lil' nigga


(On my mama)
I'ma keep on stuntin', gettin' this money
Know it make you sick, lil' nigga
What it is? What it ain't?
Send shots at the opps
Then laugh to the bank
I'm in love with Ben Frank
Same 'fit four days but jit got cake
But jit got figures
They call him John Gotti
Got hitters on hitters
Lil Kojack, I'm with him and Youngin
He poppin' them jiggas like Skittles
I'm poppin' them Perkies
Steph Curry talk, girl
I stay with two thirties
My youngins be splurging
Armed deep in the Jeep and
You know we be lurking
Shit wet like a coochie
All my friends are dead, I feel like Lil Uzi
My life like a movie
Just got me a cougar and fucked me a juvie
She said she a stripper (Why?)
Bitch, suck on this dick
Then I might tip you send Melly to blitz you
And Youngin behind me, you know he my hitter
You know that's my nigga
You know that's my killer
You know that's my nigga
Get bust like a Swisher
I'm talkin' my shit but
Don't need no tissue

Yeah, bitch, look at the ice on my wrist
(My wrist)
Watch how I fuck on your bitch (Your bitch)
Pull up and shoot at your shit (Brrat)
Can't fuck with the jit (Nah)
Heard he a lil' pussy lil' bitch
(Lil' pussy)
Heard he ain't really got racks and he
Flexin' on Instagram with his dawg's shit
(Bitch) he my lil' fan, he a hater (Yeah)
Mad he ain't got no paper (No paper)
Stay in your lane, I'm doing my thing
I'ma send these shots at your taper
Mad 'cause I came up rich, lil' nigga
(For real)
I'll fuck your bitch, lil' nigga
(On my mama)
I'ma keep on stuntin', gettin' this money
Know it make you sick, lil' nigga

Ayy, fuck that lil' nigga
You heard what I said
(Fuck that lil' nigga)
If he got a problem, then
It's off with his head
I'm droppin' that bread
Cuz, what you muggin' me for?
Why you mad at me?
I struggled in them same trenches
Got up off the benches
Lot of people so proud of me
I came through stunting, know
I'm getting this money, ayy
Project Youngin, man, can't
Tell me nothin', man
Bitch, ain't shit funny
Ain't shit to get you touched
Dick in the Glock, send shells to your gut
I'm a rich nigga, I'ma buy your bitch
Then treat her like a slut
It's me and Lil Melly, 100K
Gettin' this money a hundred ways
I'm paid
Even this money don't make you happy
Thinkin' 'bout my niggas doin'
Days for days
Locked up in that can, free them niggas
I got bands, so I send them hitters

Yeah, bitch, look at the ice on my wrist
(My wrist)
Watch how I fuck on your bitch (Your bitch)
Pull up and shoot at your shit (Brrat)
Can't fuck with the jit (Nah)
Heard he a lil' pussy lil' bitch
(Lil' pussy)
Heard he ain't really got racks and he
Flexin' on Instagram with his dawg's shit
(Bitch) he my lil' fan, he a hater (Yeah)
Mad he ain't got no paper (No paper)
Stay in your lane, I'm doing my thing
I'ma send these shots at your taper
Mad 'cause I came up rich, lil' nigga
(For real)
I'll fuck your bitch, lil' nigga
(On my mama)
I'ma keep on stuntin', gettin' this money
Know it make you sick, lil' nigga (Ugh)

Yeah, man, this Dr boosie, yeah, free me, man
Y'all already know what time it is, boy
Love to all the real niggas, man
Shout out to everybody doing time
You feel me?
Don't never, don't never give up
No you feel me?
It's hard as shit out there
But if you gon' count your shit
All the real niggas gettin' money
You already know