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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, n***a, trust I've seen
Asking who tryna match, but ain't got no bud
You all in the streets tellin' n***as 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 n***as money, but you never try and pay that
If you broke, that's fine, too, n***a, 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-Cla**, 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 n***a, 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, n***a, I see you
Tryna impress and please who?
Please believe, nobody can read you n***as 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)

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