Don't Do No Playing - Lil Keed

Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt

Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt

Ayy, where you get that beat from?

Mooktoven

Yeah

Hood Baby, let’s go

Ridin' through the hood, got that strap, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)

Chanel britches, check the pants, check the gear (Let's go)

Got a bad lil' bitch, ass fat, waist slim

Bust another play, nigga eatin' good over here (Keed, talk to 'em)

No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'

No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'

No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'

No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'

(Keed, talk to 'em)

Uh, uh, uh, my skinny jeans got the mumps (Woo)

Pullin' up Draco, chopper like a stump (Draco)

Yeah we pullin' up draco, put 'em in the trunk

Call Stick Baby up, he shootin' shit just for fun (Let's go)

Bitch tryna roll my weed, ho go’n on

What the fuck you in the trap for, you don’t whip that bowl?

(Fuck you doin'?)

Pullin' up Aventador, suicide doors

She seen I was a big dog, I got her out her clothes

And we ain’t shoot no one (Uh-uh)

All I see is blue cheese wrapped up in my palms (Racks)

Got a forty, not a pump

Smokin' backwood full of skunk

Got the stick in front, not the trunk (Let's go)

Ridin' through the hood, got that strap, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)

Chanel britches, check the pants, check the gear (Let's go)

Got a bad lil' bitch, ass fat, waist slim

Bust another play, nigga eatin' good over here (Keed, talk to 'em)

No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'

No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'

No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'

No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'

(Keed, talk to 'em)

Nah, I don’t do no playin' with 'em

Catch us a hot box and we do the numbers

I had that ho suck me, yeah she said it was an honor (Slurp)

I might didn’t graduate, but I still count them commas (Keed, talk to 'em)

Pocket lookin' extra cheesy, ain’t talkin' lasagna (Racks)

Diamonds on my siblings, diamonds on my mama (Woo)

I’m drip or drown, good morning

Glock in my tight, lil' nigga, it’ll be a bloody summer

Me and XX slime his grandmama out, yeah, for the commas (Chapo)

Back then I was gettin' some racks in, yeah, yeah

Don’t play with me, it be a tragic (Play with me)

Big gats, yeah, and black Caddy’s

Disappear, pussy nigga, I ain’t talkin' magic

Ridin' through the hood, got that strap, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)

Chanel britches, check the pants, check the gear (Let's go)

Got a bad lil' bitch, ass fat, waist slim

Bust another play, nigga eatin' good over here (Keed, talk to 'em)

No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'

No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'

No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'

No-oh-oh-oh-oh, don’t do no playin'