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Acey - All That Playin Lyrics

[Intro: Acey]
(Okay Jones)
Yeah

[Chorus: Acey]
Quickest way to get your head bust is doin' all that playin'
You got poles, we got poles too, so why you tryna play?
Not the type to snitch up on my mans, you'll probably take the stand
'Fore we have to get it out the booth, we got it out the bag, uh-uh
Throw it in the sky, watch it do a dance, uh-uh
All those sticks got drums, we look like a band, uh-uh
Got it out the mud, I ain't wash my hands, uh-uh
You weren't switchin' sides, that wasn't in the plan, uh-uh

[Verse 1: YBN Lil Bro]
I don't know her name, I like her 'cause she bad
Real bad, for a bag, I have her tell me where you at
Told the bitch I love her, but really be playin' with her head
Forever gang, they know we gon' rock out 'til we all dead
What's his name? I done forgot his shit, I fucked that nigga bitch
Couple niggas think they fuckin' with me, tell me how that is
Back then, I was the youngest nigga out here sellin' bricks
I ain't the hardest nigga out, gon' 'head, doubt a nigga then
Shooter Des with me, he known for hoppin' out the whip
Stop playin' with me 'fore we get to boxin' niggas in
Tried to get up but he couldn't, know a couple of 'em dead
Get bands, fuck friends, ain't with that buddy-buddy shit
[Verse 2: Acey]
I told that bitch not tryna fuck, ain't on that lovey-dovey shit
Ain't gotta worry 'bout if I'm lackin', all these blickies in the whip
If you my brother, I'll do that time for you, just say it how it is
And it's too late to take back shit I said, I did what I did
Grown man, got up on my own, start bangin' out the crib
Everybody with me felons, we still totin' to the end
You only slidin' in your verses, we pick Dracies before pens
If you wanna catch some smoke, we roll you up, just drop a pin

[Verse 3: YBN Lil Bro]
I do this shit for real, when you gon' get this shit through your head?
I know how it feel to take off and never look back
One thing the streets taught me is how to get respect
Real street nigga, it feel good to get a rap check
Made fifty on my block, but that was off the back end
Bitch, I'm into gettin' money, I ain't into romance
A nigga tried to rob my cousin 'til he shot his broke ass
Stop playin' with my camp like we ain't on that

[Chorus: Acey]
Quickest way to get your head bust is doin' all that playin'
You got poles, we got poles too, so why you tryna play?
Not the type to snitch up on my mans, you'll probably take the stand
'Fore we have to get it out the booth, we got it out the bag, uh-uh
Throw it in the sky, watch it do a dance, uh-uh
All those sticks got drums, we look like a band, uh-uh
Got it out the mud, I ain't wash my hands, uh-uh
You weren't switchin' sides, that wasn't in the plan, uh-uh