UncleYac - Play Bout Dat Lyrics

Hopped out the beamer
Them people screaming
There go them demons
Can't put my trust in nobody
People changing like seasons
I told my mama ima make it
I don't think she believe me
I'm not gone stop goin hard
Until my wrist anemic
Gotta watch over my son
But no im not from phoenix
Pull up on you at your job
Like im gilbert arenas
Bitch i need all my ends up front
I do not play bout dat
I call cash out
He bring straps out
He do not play bout racks

I do not lie
I tell the truth
I just be stating facts
Been through the storm
I had some doubts
Thought i wouldn't make it back
I lost some friends on the way
But im okay with that
I lost my brother this year
I'm not okay with that
No no
Now every where i go
I'm on my toes
Bitch im sticking to the script
Won't sell my soul
I thought he was my brother
But then he froze
Nigga claiming that he gangsta
But he told
Had to stop showing love
My heart it got so cold
If I go down bad
Take your shit like im debo
My cousin Kenny
Shooting shit like a free throw
Just watch yourself
Don't be lookin our the peephole

Hopped out the beamer
Them people screaming
There go them demons
Can't put my trust in nobody
People changing like seasons
I told my mama ima make it
I don't think she believe me
I'm not gone stop goin hard
Until my wrist anemic
Gotta watch over my son
But no im not from Phoenix
Pull up on you at your job
Like im gilbert arenas
Bitch i need all my ends up front
I do not play bout dat
I call cash out
He bring straps out
He do not play bout racks

We hit that lick in Tennessee
It was about five racks
Brought that shit back to ga
Mixed it with another batch
Go so much weight on my shoulders
I need another back
Get so much money
You would think
That i was selling crack
Ran out of runtz
So call my plug and get another pack
Run through the city with the sack
Just like a running back
I'm showing all this love
It feel like i don't get it back
I gave you all my love
I might just have a heart attack
Remember they called scrub
When i was on that marta track
Now im that new shit
No you cannot order that
Please don't try to run up on me
Ain't no point in that
Cause my young nigga he got it
And he pointing that

Hopped out the beamer
Them people screaming
There go them demons
Can't put my trust in nobody
People changing like seasons
I told my mama ima make it
I don't think she believe me
I'm not gone stop goin hard
Until my wrist anemic
Gotta watch over my son
But no im not from phoenix
Pull up on you at your job
Like im gilbert arenas
Bitch i need all my ends up front
I do not play bout dat
I call cash out
He bring straps out
He do not play bout racks