Lil Yachty - Don’t Play With Him Freestyle lyrics

Bet I pull up in the back with the MAC-10
Strapped in my back with a
Blade in my bitch crack (Go)
Ready to dash
Take it back like a eight track
Stacking some racks, kitty-cat wet as Similac
(I’m working on dying) ain’t got much to say
Niggas know what’s up with me
These bitches know what’s up with me
It's Boat

She got a butt that's 'bout as
Big as a Mack Truck
I got a Glock with a beam if you act up
I got a shooter with me, he don't act tough
When it's go time
Green light like a full charge
Cop what I want when I want, bet I live large
Free my big bro off his
Old grand theft charge
AR-15, bet it sing like El DeBarge
Clip in the Glock stick out
Like the hair on Marge
Fuck Earth, I'm 'bout to move my shit to Mars
Everything sandy
Light on a pump late at night comе in handy
No Randy my niggas bang Billy but
They don't know Mandy
Cause it taste just likе candy
Yeah, yeah (Fuck)
Back in school if they try me
Want war in the hall just like Andy
Bro was cool, now he a demon off Xannies
My bitch body soft
Told her not to wear panties
If I bring her 'round
Niggas prolly might panic
My view out the window is Atlantis
Told my big bro 'bout a bitch that was his
So I had changed her name
In the story to "Francis"
She was an enchantress she work in the club
She a god when she dances
Niggas be biting me, down to my stances
Bet I pull up in the back with the MAC-10
Strapped in my back with a
Blade in my bitch crack (Go)
Ready to dash
Take it back like a eight track
Stacking some racks, kitty-cat wet as Similac
Ready to smack, whips new, I don’t CARFAX
Give me the neck, shawty, no
I don't ever text
Fuck on a jet, leave the nut on her six pack
Goyard to death, in a rush
Where the sticks at? If she not my main then
My mama can't kiss that
Swipe my AmEx, I'm too up, it can't kick back
P90 cock, let it rock, little kickback
And we brought blicks in the
Trips in yo kickback
M95 for the push yo shit back
My bitch get as the sky
That's my little slatt i got a 48, yeah
No, not a 455

(Go get 'em) listen (Go get 'em)
I'm king to the hatred, my practice is sacred
I spent twenty thousand on six of my ankles
He I'm hot as the
Finna go beat up like six different verses
Last week I visited six different places
Bought my mom some new flowers
She need some new vases
I'm good with the words just like
Bitch said her favorite ball
Team is the Patriots
Bitch must be fucking someone
From the Partiots
You fucking with me? You gon'
Me with yo maker i might run for mayor
My wrist in the air, boy
I bet that I slay her
I bet she suck dick for the free, double dare
They wanted me dead but I do not care
My bitch want some hair, I told her come here
I turned to a chair, I swear

Yeah