[Intro]
(I hear you, JAY C)
Ayy
(RJ always tripping, man)
You always tripping, RJ (RJ always tripping, man)
I'm tripping too
Ayy
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz (It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't let yo bitch go, n***a)

[Chorus]
I don't play games, I play with the cards
I'ma play with her then play with her heart
Bitch scoring too, she can play with the sparks
Put a hammer to his head, turn him to a shark
I don't play games, bitch, I ain't Triple H
Punch, punch, punch, looking like a middleweight
How the fuck I'm out the way but still in the way?
Only dunking foreign hoes, I ain't hitting eights

[Verse]
Handpicked fit from Saks, I don't need a stylist
Stop saying that you up, you ain't seen a island
Couldn't pass English class, now I'm Visa writing
Stop talking APs, you ain't seen a [?]
Speaking of AP, I just touchdowned
Gucci Gang on my feet, feel like Pump now
I ain't walk off the porch, boy, I jumped down
Looking like comic book off the Runtz cloud
Chilly moe, spent seven on Beluga Yeezys
Captain Save-A-Ho, boy, that bitch was super easy
Would talk about the opps but they too benеath me
Bitch asked if I was TID, through the 'oop to Sweezee
Spеaking of bro, the clip full of baldheads
Wizard Kelly to these hoes, I need all head
Pull a whole balance off, I need all bread
Stop talking 'bout, they all dead
Blowing Cookie, I look like a Japanese Korean
Got half off the banks, other half from Visas
Superpower with this punch, you can ask Vegeta
Fraud star, think I'm finna buy a scam arena
All rookie swipe team, call me "Luka Trončić"
Bitch a hoochie, gave her forty and she blew my Johnson
A thousand bucks for these bitches, these shoes ain't common
Broke-ass boy, yo pops should've used a condom
Dropped a four and got some head, I'm finna hibernate
Bro hit the road, I had his back like a license plate
Thigh pad on me, it's a 49ers day
If they ain't have gun laws, I'll swipe a K
Huh, and damn near a rocket launcher too
Nah, for real, slide'll knock the chimney off his roof
She gave me head, I look down, thought I lost my shoes
Off-White belt on, better be cautious, dude
"What is ShittyBoyz?", bitch, it's three scammers
Thousand dollar phone on me came with three cameras
I think we could stop Thor with these three hammers
Walked in the store and I got rich off of three jammers
This white bitch gave me head for a Frappuccino
Yeah, I heard yo song but I know it's capperino
Talk crunchy like I just ate a bag of Cheetos
Touchdown MIA, feel like Dan Marino
Valentinos on, got me feeling European
It's all bad if TrDee turn into a demon
Running errands in Dior, I'm turnt for no reason
Translate and Telegram, I plug German [?]
Louis sneakers on my pivot, boy, that's French dressing
If she ain't throwing neck, she can't get a text message
Just scuffed the Louis, now I'm Triple S stepping
Go and get a bag, buddy, that's the best lesson
It ain't a thing on my ass but the Ksubi tag
Scuffed the kicks and threw a fit, with my bougie-ass
Living Gucci out of town, in my Gucci bag
Drinking wine, getting head in a jacuzzi bath
[Chorus]
I don't play games, I play with the cards
I'ma play with her then play with her heart
Bitch scoring too, she can play with the sparks
Put a hammer to his head, turn him to a shark
I don't play games, bitch, I ain't Triple H
Punch, punch, punch, looking like a middleweight
How the fuck I'm out the way but still in the way?
Only dunking foreign hoes, I ain't hitting eights