Playtime - SL

(Hey man, play that song again

Wh-what song, broski?

You know the one, man

No, I don’t still, go on

Man, stop fucking with me, man

You know, the one that goes)

Look, look, look

Wobble and the bobble the bum

In love with the clunge, she’s strictly for fun (Yeah, yeah)

Boy, I stay rating your bitch

You can’t buy a whip from the look of the trunk (Nah, nah)

Bro got some smoke for my lungs

White or the pink, I just know it’s the Runtz (Loud)

Got a new pack for my lunch

Unzip it and twist it, it’s packing a punch

Free Rico, free Cams and Nutty

Free Taz man, free up (Free 'em)

Bro call me from the London dungeons

No, it don’t sound too fun (Too fun)

On the block where I take man’s grub

If bro link me, then it’s a potent one (Very loud)

Gang stepping on the block with a 5 bill rusty

I never seen a golden gun

New young boy tryna better his funds

Better better my cash or it’s getting undone

Heart turn cold when a friend turn Casper

Hey bro, why you run?

Why you run?

Yeah

Why you run?

Why you run?

(Yeah man, this the one man, this the one, damn, this shit hard bro)

Grab a ching, grab a chick, then go strap a spliff (Yeah)

I been bagging bits back when cuzzy used to pattern it (Yeah)

Feds run in the crib, Jimmy, tell me what the damage is

No, forget the door, tell me if they found the packages (Yeah)

Stop all the talk, if they want it, we got it

Best of the best, ooh, bros have the crème de la crème

Cough up my cash, holding the phlegm

Me getting locked was a daily event (Daily)

Up on the block we go crazy on them

Heard he got grub so we took it and went

Give it a sec and go do it again

How you say juggin' is dead?

(How?)

Go and give it your best (Go on)

Smoke hella strains to the brain, I will not go for a M.R.I.

test

If they ask why I kept going and going

Told them 'cause I could not live like the rest

If they ask how he done got all that money

Tell 'em I done it with utter finesse

Look

Wobble and the bobble the bum

In love with the clunge, she’s strictly for fun (Yeah, yeah)

Boy, I stay rating your bitch

You can’t buy a whip from the look of the trunk (Nah, nah)

Bro got some smoke for my lungs

White or the pink, I just know it’s the Runtz (Loud)

Got a new pack for my lunch

Unzip it and twist it, it’s packing a punch

Do it and get you a winner

I was out watching her figure

Closer she come, it be looking all bigger

Came to the crib and it’s better (Better, better)

Baby wan' mess with a fella

Suck it, she’s scratching the leather

She get the gist, no, I ain’t gotta tell her

Knows what she’s getting for dinner

You can’t give me no chat, I ain’t hearing the cap

You want you a man, I’m not it (No)

Had a baddie and damn, she got it (Got it)

Talking figures, my fee catastrophic

If her mum’s coming back, then I’m Sonic

Put on my fit and I’m making my way

Teacher told me put it in my own words

Still I’m gonna copy and paste

(Man, I had this shit on repeat all day, I need help)