Kodak Black, Lil Crix - Play lyrics

He on a plate, he ate
Niggas keep dyin' that way
Keep fryin' that way
Niggas gettin' fried like chicken and shit
KFC, nigga, we kill 'em for Crix
Hit a nigga ass with a three-piece
Combo, his mom, his bro, his sis
Got an opp bitch in the back of the Rolls
I better not see a nigga crackin' no fours
(Let's go)

Give me a play, I bet I'ma flip that
I'm in the hood
Ridin' 'round with a six pack
I got a Glock with a beam
If I catch an opp, he gon' scream
I got them zoes on my team
Just made six hundred off streams
Just made six hundred off streams
(And we throwin' that bitch to the trap
On gang) let's go

It's crazy, I came here from
Nothin', now I walk around
I'm the motherfuckin' man in my city
I show a nigga no pity, your mama
Your brother, your sistеr, your kids
Your bitties
I don't give a fuck who you call
A nigga can nevеr say that Lil Crix assed out
I drop an opp like he passed out
Two kids and his hoes, throw
His ass in a blunt, gassed out
(Let's go)
When I'm all in public, that heater tucked
On Blood, y'all know how I give it up
I don't give a fuck who you with
I ain't sparin' shit
Cashin' that bag like Allstate
Burn like some plastic in broad day
Bullets make you sing like Rod Wave
M16, they all spray new Versaces, all suede
Ten Piguets, they all ways
Six thots, they all slay, ayy

They ask me, like, why I don't be social
Like, why I don't be talkin'

These peons will know what a six pack is
That's seventy-two ounces
But, gang, let's get it piped up
On gang (Gang) let's go

Give me a play, I bet I'ma flip that
I'm in the hood
Ridin' 'round with a six pack
I got a Glock with a beam
If I catch an opp, he gon' scream
I got them zoes on my team
Just made six hundred off streams
Just made six hundred off streams
(And we throwin' that bitch to the trap)
Let's go

I don't even cap on no beat, on blood
You payin' for this fee
What I look like payin' for a fee?
Nine Trey, don't get put on a tee
Lil' bro in your bush like a bee
This MAC have you shot like a tree, yeah
Tag beat a bitch, Ray Rice, don't
Play with your life like dice, nigga
You better think twice, nigga, 'cause
I'll pay the price, nigga
Know some young niggas that's itchin' for
Bodies, when they see you, it's on sight
Fifteen, seen my first body, I
Ain't never look back
That's why I keep a strap on my hip
Diss, get shot on your lip
I'm blowin' shit off the rip (Ayy)
Got twenty in this clip
Never catch me in no zip
I can get bag like new chips
Or flip the new whip
I'm puttin' crackers on watch 'cause
I keep a gun
This drill shit ain't fun, nigga