Motown Playas Ball Pt. 2
[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
All my bitches is light skinned
Big dog lift up skirts like a light one
Cold game, baby this Iceland
I'm loving all the honeys, indightmant
I'm forever picking the right friends
Your homegirl miserable, a weirdo, everytime we smoke, she get spiritual
Told her "cool out", she undressed, litteral
Critical, shit is getting physical
In the groove, she was on her knees way before it got political
Take a week off, baby, let's hit Paris for lunch
Depending on how you play it, you might just get a monCame from a lil runt to eating Calamari
Love to party with Khaled, Quavo and Lil Yachty
My teath hard like Mozarottis
Cool but the haters on a high rade
I be like "whatever" on a high day
[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9]
I said I live by a number of laws
Just 1 of me = like a hundred of y'all
Everything I used to be involved with, guns was involved
Used to be maried to the stnow I'm running the north
You niggas must be out your motherfucking mind, the way you talk
I'm a Detroit player, I'm talking like Big Sean
Feds got you niggas snitchin, I'm talkin like Nick Barns
Dead nigga walkin, I'm talkin like Rick Grimes
Payed so many doos, it's like I oh myself hood fair
I'm good in any hood, and if I ain't, I go to that hood and make myself good there