PLAYING WITH KNIVES - BLCKK

Bitch, Imma slit your throat

Got em' guns but I like to toed

Pass that blunt lemme get that toke

Fucked your bitch, and I left her soaked

Hey, run that shit yeah, give me your bag

Suck my dick yeah, place man tag

Tuck my gun yeah, it never sagged

Why you stutter, that’s a real life lag yeah

Aye, aye, aye

Get the bag up, get the bag up

Aye, aye, aye

Get your ass up, get your ass up

We always been riding in the back, we fiddling their seat

In front of us, we haven’t seen the sun yet

Check them up, we ain’t talking about ball

Runnin' this shit, Imma tell them they’ll fall, aye

Twitter had fucked up your brain, you lookin' dumb, you lookin' drained

Now mind your bitch, I’m getting gains

Fuck you bitch, your life is in vain

Fuck you, bitch

Fuck you, bitch

Fuck you, bitch

Yeah, fuck you, bitch

Fuck you, bitch

Fuck you, bitch

Fuck you, bitch

Yeah, fuck you, bitch

I’m in the back of the whip, yeah

Passed out, real shit, yeah

Get a fuckin' head split, yeah'

I don’t talk real shit, yeah'

I’ve been waiting, Imma quit, yeah'

Only ever tryna hit, yeah'

I ain’t friends with the bitch, yeah'

Yeah, yeah

They dated back, pussy on track, I don’t need to pack

Only ever gettin' round' tour if there is money stacked

Came with it, gonna' stay with it, yall' fucked up

Act different when the bitch wit' em, yall' fucked up