Play For Keeps (feat. Abra Cadabra & Headie One)

Play for keeps

Stays in reach

GBH at least

We ain't tryna make it sweet

Get the drop, that's a blatant sweep

When we outside it's play for keeps

Can't lack, so it stays in reach

If we step, then it's GBH at least

We ain't tryna squash it or make it sweet

Get the drop, it's a blatant sweep

Just left uptown, now the statement's peak

I don't roll with security, rather keep it tucked when I'm ravin'

None of my opps got immunity, could've been HD Cutz with these shavings

Red dot, fuck all the scrutiny, I ain't gotta do too much when I'm aimin'

Put smoke in the community, waps on sale, I'll empty my savings

Should have seen what I flew out the ride with

I weren't sharin' drinks when I skied it

Nearly got a civilian, thought it was him, I got way too excited

Huh

Drastic kill, I should be indicted

Burnt that drip that I went on a glide with

Now I'm in my G'd up fit, lookin' stylish

Dial up gang like, "Yo where you at, bro? Where you at?"

I just re'd up

Rip it out the plastic, feeling like Latto

You know we stay G'd up

Me and H like TK and Paco

Shh got got, but he didn't get back though

Play for keeps, you ain't got heat

Stick to the facts, bro

Everybody got waps

Bro, show me the waps that you copped

Show me the waps that you're shootin'

I used to sleep with the .22 under my pillow

There was no way I was losin'

Way back when we didn't have no guns, I'd flick my knife out and I put it right through him

I ain't your average rapper, I do this

Wickedest aim when I step with Kush

I hit him with the gunshot, that pussy was lackin'

Angled my arm and watched them panic

We left the whole scene tragic

You're in for a shock if you think you could come to the Farm

You don't want this static

Numerous cries if I lift this 'matic

God damn it

Catch me in the ride, full clip in my nine

You know I'm gettin' rid of it

Fuck TP

Fuck N9

Tryna fry me some bigger fish

How's a man called Turner and ain't shot nobody?

He ain't shot no one, the other's side killin' it

Might as well call myself Glock 9 and call bro MAC-10

Cah we really shot man hideous

Dial up gang like, "Yo where you at, bro? Where you at?"

I just re'd up

Rip it out the plastic, feeling like Latto

You know we stay G'd up

Me and H like TK and Paco

Shh got got, but he didn't get back though

Play for keeps, you ain't got heat

Stick to the facts, bro

The day I cheffed up shh, I put the 'ider in rider

I had the young bros doin' up bouncers, SJ alone done handled the niners

Got a new piece, so right now it's only right it gets violent

For the gangdem glidin', full-stress sirens really had the ding-dongs runnin' up mileage

Four-door takin' up two lanes, really stuck pics to the wall with toothpaste

Shh got touched by a thing with the minimal teeth, did him like Blueface

The opp block like my ABCs

I used to tour around HDC

Had 'em singin' '011 like Katy B

Had a bait GP, it always tape TP

You ever sampled an eighth of each?

I'm in the pound town way before Tay Keith

My life like a movie, I really been in waist deep

And if you held bine on the L, it'd probably come from Rev, AB or me

Dial up gang like, "Yo where you at, bro? Where you at?"

I just re'd up

Rip it out the plastic, feeling like Latto

You know we stay G'd up

Me and H like TK and Paco

Shh got got, but he didn't get back though

Play for keeps, you ain't got heat

Stick to the facts, bro

Play for keeps forever and always