[Lyric] Playboi Fye feat. A.C. (Xaye Rowe)

[Chorus]
Bet not play boy, I came with the fye (Blue face, hunnids rain)
Bet not play boy, I came with the fye (Ooh yeah, parlay, yeah)
Yeah, what (No games, Ion play)
Yeah, Rowe (Bomaye, fire away, yeah)
Bet not play boy, I came with the fye (Blue face, hunnids rain)
Bet not play boy, I came with the fye (Ooh yeah, parlay, yeah)
This was Netflix, I made em subscribe (No games, ion play)
We with Tetris, shit made for the block, aye aye (Bomaye, fire away, yeah)

[Verse 1 (Xaye Rowe)]
I seen a lot
Wish I could stop, sike nah I’m on go
Fronted a lot, back in the time I was callin’ you bro
No love for you thots, no love for these scammers
They all on my phone
Above and beyond
Up and away, hit me when I come home
Morris the vibe
Xaye told em slide, turn up when he flow
Don’t fuck with the squad
Or you getting dropped like that ass to the floor
We smokin the za
Pulled up for good vibes, it’s all that we know
I grind for my guap
Flex on my opps, 10 reps, 10 more
Head to the store
‘Miri my jeans on my knees when it’s cold
Soon as I go pro
Go get yo coat
Drip talk in the stu, when it’s live you be froze
How that shit work, I gotta know
Used to be passion that made music blow
Heard it before, all your new shit old
This a Sil verse, now watch it turn gold
Swing me the plaque, then I go plat
I grew a pair like my cards had two Jacks
Bad bitch on my sack
Mic check, one two, then 3, 4 like I’m Shaq
Hit the west coast
Show it don’t tell, I know the facts
Know social media, swipe and they chat
But they like who dat?
They throwing jabs, nigga I hit you back
This Xaye to the Rowe, aye aye (Now you holdin’ that bitch, bang)
[Chorus]
Bet not play boy, I came with the fye
(Gang, gang, what, gang)
Bet not play boy, I came with the fye
(I came with the, what, boom!)
She on playboy, she throwing the box
(Boom, what, boom!)
I don’t play boy, got it on lock
(Got it on, what, gang)
Bet not play boy, I came with the fye
(Gang, gang, what, came with the, uh)
Bet not play boy, I came with the fye
(Gang, gang)
This was Netflix, I made em subscribe (Boom, boom)
We with Tetris, shit made for the block (Boom, boom!)

[Verse 2 (A.C.)]
Made for the block, huh
Spinning, we sending out shots, huh, look
Ice on my watch
And I got ya shawty on timing
Just look how she wine and rewind it, huh
Manifest it and design it, huh
Tell you calling, it decline it, look
My new biddie, she the finest, look
Draymond Green, these niggas foulin’, huh
Deontay Wilder cause I’m wylin
I got the best flow, uh
Smokin’ the best dope, huh
Green like a gecko, uh
Reach, you could get smoked
Roll up a opp in a wood, just ask Tiger Woods
That hole-in-one could be a hole in seven
Put em all in heaven, Glock or Smith & Wesson
Or a different weapon
Lyrics, they punching like Tyson and slap like a pimp
Lord, oh my God, that boy bossin’ n shit
I got the drip, leaky faucet and shit
I got the stick, moving caution and shit
Sweeping the Finals, no losses in this
I fuck ya bitch for the sauces and shit
Then I hopped in the ghost, swervin’ officers
I’m a whole different breed, see
I am a whole different animal
Shawty gon’ swallow the seed
And she ate that dick like a cannibal
Who getting higher than me
If I’m on a plane with three edibles
And I got all of this Nike on me
Just doin’ it all on my schedule (That’s a fact)
A.C
(Bitch, bang)
[Chorus]
Bet not play boy, I came with the fye
(Gang, gang, what, gang)
Bet not play boy, I came with the fye
(I came with the, what, boom!)
She on playboy, she throwing the box
I don’t play boy, got it on lock
(Got it on, what, bitch)

Bitch!
Yeah!