"Don't Play" ( N.P.C DownTown)

Lyrics

Intro
(Yeah, yeah!)
(Turn that shit up!)
N.P.C DownTown ( GT Productions)
(Fast! Fast!)
No fear, no brakes, bitch!
(Ayy! Ayy!)

Chorus 1

I don’t play with pussies, better get the fuck back (Back up!)
Talk big online, but your whole crew cap (Cap)
I pull up with pressure, make the whole room snap (oh shit)
Drop ’em with the Draco , now they flat on the grass (Damn)
I don’t play with pussies, I’m allergic to the fake (Nope)
You can talk that shit, but you better stand on what you say (ten toes)
I came for the crown, I ain’t leaving with a scrape (Mine)
If my name hit the tongue, then your whole shit getting flayed (Cooked)

Verse 1

Big talk, small moves, bitch, pick a damn side (Pick one)
I been working every night while you hide behind a lie (pussy)
You ain’t built like this, you just posing for the live (fake as fuck)
I can hear the fear cracking every time you reply(hahahaha)
Heavy on the bass, heavy on the flex (Heavy)
Whole squad locked in, no room for disrespect(we'll kill yo ass)
draco on deck , bullet hit yo ass before you could text (u gone now)
One verse hit hard, leave your ego in a wreck (Boom)
Your girl in my DMs, sending fire and a heart (She want this dick)
i hit and split, now she knows you was a bitch (she was moaning my name)
She keep calling you a loser ’cause you left her in the dark (Uh-oh)
Now she riding with those Biscayne Boyz while you're getting buried 6 feet(Bye!)
I don’t want your bitch, she just likes the way I move (lonnng stroke)
You can have the arguments, I got nothing left to prove (Nothing!)
If she keeps on calling, she gon be passed around” (raggin her out)
You were never in control—she just finally saw the truth (Ayy!)

Chorus 2

Your bitch on my line, saying, “Boy, you’re too cold” (Too cold)
I say, “Don’t catch feelings, I’m just here for the show” (No love!)
You hit it then you vanished—now she won’t let it go (bitch crazy)
She keeps yelling that she loves me—what the fuck does she know? (nothing)
I don’t play with pussies, I make weak egos fold (Fold!)
Turn a loud-mouth rapper to a story getting told (dey on a shirt)
bullets fly fast 50 round drum. —watch the whole room explode ( oh shit get down!!)
When I finish with your ass, your whole family be cryin(mama cryin for sure)

Verse 2

I’m a problem with a pulse, I’m a glitch in the code (one of a kind)
You a rental-ass gangster with a borrowed-ass pose (Fuck Boi's)
I’m too busy making moves, you’re obsessed with my road (Move)
Every time you throw shade, put a spotlight on my glow (Shine)
Fuck your weak opinions, fuck your fake-ass crew (Fuck ’em!)
Fuck the comments and the rumors that you’re hiding behind too (do something)
I don’t chase no bitch, I let the truth come through (watch it come out)
She got tired of your bullshit, now she laughing at you while takin dick from da crew(Ha-ha!)
You ain’t a threat, you’re like a pussy from school (u ani't shit)
I’m a full-speed train, you can’t stand beside the hype (hell nawww)
Biscayne Boyz make , every syllable strike like a knife (Cut deep)
the only thing dropping is your life overnight (you gone now)
I keep the circle tight, keep the fake shit out (Out)
If you bring that bad energy, these dracos escort your ass out (this way fuck boi)
I don’t need to raise my voice to make the whole place bounce (Bounce)
One hook, one verse—now they screaming my account (Ayy!)

Bridge

(Whoa!) Don’t play, don’t reach (Don’t!)
Keep that bullshit off my street (Off it!)
(Whoa!) Big mouth, no teeth (No teeth!)
Talk is cheap—pay the fee (Pay up)
straight violence, fast victory (Victory!)
No threats, just history (who's missin)
You wanted smoke, got misery—
Now your whole damn crew cryin next to me (God Damn)

Chorus 3

I don’t play with pussies, better get the fuck back (keep playin)
Talk big online, but your whole crew cap (pussy as fuck)
I pull up with that pressure , make the whole room snap (oh shit get down)
Drop ’em with the Draco, now they flat on the grass (Damn!)
Your girl on my phone, but I’m leaving her on read (whose this bitch?)
You can keep that drama, I got money on my mind (cash)
She keeps saying she loves me—I keep saying, “Bitch, relax” (What ur name again?)
I don’t need another problem sleeping in my bed (fuck naw)

Outro

(Yeah!) N.P.C Downtown (GT Productions)(Fast!)
No brakes, no favors (Nope!)
Pussies talk loud—
I just turn ’em into haters (Turn up!)
(Ayy!)
remember talk that shit and we gonna Drop you and da crew (hahahahahahah)
(Boom)

(GT Productions.......)

it's N.P.C DownTown and dem Biscayne Boyz......,.