Lil Eazzyy - Play For Keeps Lyrics

(Got it on smash)

Uh (go), is it him or me?
All I know is you just better not come on down that one-way street
We ain't squashin' beef (at all), and I would love to link (fo'sho)
'Cause these hollows in this cartridge turn the scene to pink (grrah-grrah)
If you want some money, get up on your feet (on your feet)
Why the f*ck he still around if you know he a leech? (He a leech)
My lil' brother wipe his nose and aim below his teeth
You should know the game ain't comin' fair, we gotta play for keeps (uh)

I was sixteen in them whips and every car was hot
Plus I keep a Glock, you want some issues, put you in a box
F*ck with me, then set 'em up, I need that nigga knocked
We scream f*ck the cops 'cause who gon' help us when it come to Rot?
We gon' slide on 'em, brodie up that iron on 'em
Lil' cuz, he like poppin' out the car, we up that fire on him
We'll hawk him down, he seen the light, ain't got no time on him
If he got some homies, we make sure that they gon' die for him
Yeah, they say they down to ride, is they gon' ride for 'em?
He could be a statistic, his people cry for him, uh
He think he gettin' over, man, why you lie to him?
'Cause I bet you this, them bullets ain't gon' be shy to him (at all)
He know if he run, we gon' find him, uh
When he see the flash up on this glizzy, they gon' sign him, uh (grrt)
Yeah, my cousin, he a nut, but please don't mind him, uh
Hope you niggas comin' correct, 'cause that boy'll line 'em up

Uh, is it him or me? (Huh?)
All I know is you just better not come on down that one-way street
We ain't squashin' beef (at all), and I would love to link (fo'sho)
'Cause these hollows in this cartridge turn the scene to pink (grrah-grrah)
If you want some money, get up on your feet (on your feet nigga)
Why the f*ck he still around if you know he a leech? (He a leech)
My lil' brother wipe his nose and aim below his teeth
You should know the game ain't comin' fair, we gotta play for keeps (uh)

We had to switch it up
We used to bend blocks and now my niggas pour up Wock'
It's mixed with Tris up in this Bentley truck
Brodie told me live it up
How can I do that when I got niggas in the dirt? I seen an opp, boy, pick your homie up
I can't trust a soul, just pen and paper, niggas foldin' up
Before we had racks, we grabbed some change and then we loaded up
He just hit your mans and you ain't slid, boy, you ain't bold enough
Bitch, yeah, I been heartless, I can tell your heart ain't cold enough (uh)
How the f*ck you in the trap? Boy, you ain't sold enough (uh)
Bitch, we knew you was a snitch, boy, you done told enough (you a snitch)
My niggas back at home, they slide on opps and then they roll 'em up
Left him there, he foamin' up, do our dirt and own it up (yeah)

Uh, is it him or me? (Huh?)
All I know is you just better not come on down that one-way street (dummy)
We ain't squashin' beef (at all), and I would love to link (fo'sho)
'Cause these hollows in this cartridge turn the scene to pink (grrah-grrah)
If you want some money, get up on your feet (on your feet nigga)
Why the f*ck he still around if you know he a leech? (He a leech)
My lil' brother wipe his nose and aim below his teeth
You should know the game ain't comin' fair, we gotta play for keeps (uh)

Get up on your feet, nigga
You should know the game ain't playin' fair, gotta play for keeps, nigga
Uh, uh, uh
We gotta play for keeps, nigga