Nana, Buddy - Dontplaydat lyrics

Your baby mama had a fade back in the day
Boy (Don't play that)
You still treat Taka like Tanger Ray, boy
(Don't play that)
You snitch on your homies like it's a thing
Boy (Don't play that)
You walkin' 'round callin' yourself a king
Boy (Don't say that)
Homie, don't, nah, homie don't play that
(Nah)
Homie, don't, nah, homie don't play that
(yeah)
My homies don't, my homies don't play that
(yeah)
Homie, don't, my homies don't play that

I recognize your type every time you around
Just a little too eager
You always dyin' to sound
Like you really the guy
We all know you ain't him
Everything is a lie, nigga, trust I've seen
Asking who tryna match, but ain't got no bud
You all in the streets tellin'
Niggas you really the plug
I mean, damn, bruh
You always wanna borrow a dub
Then go to the 'Gram like you
Got it outta the mud like you active
But your way of thinkin'
And livin' is backwards
Always lyin' about the women you smashin'
Hood-hoppin', still cappin' in captions
And act as if you ain't lackin'
You always where every barber shop debate at
Askin', "Where the hoes?"
"Where the Bombay at?" owe niggas money
But you never try and pay that
If you broke, that's fine, too, nigga
Just say that

Your baby mama had a fade back in the day
Boy (Don't play that)
You still treat Taka like Tanger Ray, boy
(Don't play that)
You snitch on your homies like it's a thing
Boy (Don't play that)
You walkin' 'round callin' yourself a king
Boy (Don't say that)
Homie, don't, nah, homie don't play that
(Nah)
Homie, don't, nah, homie don't play that
(yeah)
My homies don't, my homies don't play that
(yeah)
Homie, don't, my homies don't play that

I understand how it is
Don't got a mind of your own
And be all in my biz when I'm mindin' my own
And you all in my face
Tryna see what's the move
I know what I'm finna do
I don't know about you
You got a new C-Class, is that right?
But decided to take a bus
Here and it backfired
Must've got me mistaken
Like I'm gon' let that slide
Always dyin' to hang, my nigga
Don't be that guy
You told the hood that you SiR cousin
On your mama, auntie, baby daddy side
But somehow, he your first cousin
Hopin' it's worth something
Sayin' you puttin' in work
Braggin' like it matters
Swearin' you murk something
Searchin' for gas that's diesel
To overcompensate lack of self-esteem, nigga
I see you tryna impress and please who?
Please believe
Nobody can read you niggas like we do

Your baby mama had a fade back in the day
Boy (Don't play that)
You still treat Taka like Tanger Ray, boy
(Don't play that)
You snitch on your homies like it's a thing
Boy (Don't play that)
You walkin' 'round callin' yourself a king
Boy (Don't say that)
Homie, don't, nah, homie don't play that
(Nah)
Homie, don't, nah, homie don't play that
(yeah)
My homies don't, my homies don't play that
(Ayy, yeah)
Homie, don't, my homies don't play that
(I ain't play that)

The homies don't, nah
The homies don't play that (Nah)
The homies don't
You know the homies don't play that (Ayy)
My homies don't, my homies don't play that
(yeah)
The homies don't, my homies don't play that
(Ayy) i said the homies don't
You know the homies don't play that (Nah)
The homies don't
You know the homies don't play that (Ayy)