Letra Play around Statik Selektah

Play around

Yeah
Statik Selektah
You know what's up, nigga
We really don't play around

Look, the yay on the stove, my nigga
Need new batteries for my scale, we be weighin' them O's, my nigga
Shooters sniffin' filthy just to stay on his toes, my nigga
Fifty round sticks, niggas sprayin' with those, my nigga (Brrr)
I got hit in my throat
Face twisted up but I'm still sick with the flow (Hah)
You niggas sick as me? No, you niggas sick of me, I know
But you bitch niggas know you get your shit split if you approach
Nigga I'm GOAT, Grimiest Of All Time when I spitted this dope
Payed a grip for the coat (Ooh) the slippers is four
Ride with a stick in the Ghost, but even when I was broke
The Smith & was close, niggas was g?ttin' smoked
Hit the back of your head, I'ma lift it with th? toast (Uh-huh)
I got hit in the back of my head but nigga I'm still afloat (Ha)
The Machine nigga, the light green, nigga
I send my youngin' through there to do a sting, nigga (Brrr, grrah)

We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down
Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound
Everybody lose if anybody stay around
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down
Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound
Everybody lose if anybody stay around

Yeah, nobody move, nobody get hurt (Hurt)
Toni take a Adderall, he gon' take a Perc (Toni)
Christian Dior shirt pressed (Uh)
King of the jungle, might lace my shorty with a fur dress (Damn)
Now four niggas tried to sing on me, quartet (Woo)
PPP came in and got a Corvette (Vroom)
Momma text me and said I need more rest
But I heard they think I'ma lose, I need more bets (I need more)
This the synchronized swimmin' addition
Two bowls full of babies in the fetal position
Crack talk, trap talk if you bein' specific
And I'm all about my bread, I need that in a jiffy

We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools you lay down
Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound
Everybody lose if anybody stay around
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down
Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound
Everybody lose if anybody stay around

This crack rap, trap rap
This that eenie meenie miney mo
God damn, .44 at your grandmammy door
If you ain't got my sack wrapped (Sack wrapped)
Knock-knock, hello, brap-brap
That'll show you the use for the tool
Tough playin' nigga lame but a nigga play it cool
Now your grandmother on the evening news (News)
Man, I'm the meanest, cleanest, pugilist genius grabbing my penis
Crucified, niggas thought I died, I'm back, I'm Jesus (I'm Jesus)
Got crack in the back
Got gas in the pack, got pills for the addict (Addict)
I'm a Rolex rocker
The Roley, the AP deluxe and the Pateks (Pateks)
Street politics
Sold white dope right in front of your house (Your house)
I be the reason your aunty's skeezin'
And your uncle sold your couch (Your couch)
Dope boy, dope boy
I ask, "Do we got a problem?" like Doughboy (Doughboy)
You ain't really nothin' but a hoe boy
You ain't really, you ain't really want that smoke boy
Look at my team and look at your team
Man, we really mean that shit
We came in with the sticks
We can get to aimin' and flamin' that shit (Shit)
Look at your woman gettin' all anxious, talkin' piece of shit
Still on my dope boy script, look at her, tell her, "Shut up, bitch"

Play around
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down
Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound
Everybody lose if anybody stay around
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down
Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound
Everybody lose if anybody stay around