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Who the fuck you playin' with? I put the code in, then I play this shit Don't nobody wanna play with me Cause everything you got, I'm takin' it (Gimme that, gimme that, woo, woo) Yeah, I made it bitch Without a label here to make it with And I don't care if I don't make it rich Cause everything you got, I'm takin' it (Gimme that, gimme that, woo, woo) This shit is immaculate I couldn't imagine if I was comin' up and had to try to match the gas I spit I welcome all the challenges Kids, pull out your cameras I'm 'bout to make these dudes look like 2012 cannabis I'm sick as hell, not feelin' well, they keepin' me in quarantine Had to isolate and vaccinate the ones who close to me Yellin' in the mic, ain't sayin' shit, you're fuckin' boring me Me and all my homies, Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves Yeah, hop in that booth, step in that world, call me Clark Kent Hittin' Nobu, takin' your girl, money well spent They don't know you, they don't me, they don't know shit Assessed the skill and took the risk, now bitch— Who do you think you are? I'm a song away from star Letras de cancionesWhat are you tryin' to prove? Show me what you got, and imma take it from you Who the fuck you playin' with? I put the code in, then I play this shit Don't nobody wanna play with me Cause everything you got, I'm takin' it (Gimme that, gimme that, woo, woo) Yeah, I made it bitch Without a label here to make it with And I don't care if I don't make it rich Cause everything you got, I'm takin' it (Gimme that, gimme that, woo, woo) Hello? Is anybody left to listen? I think I wiped out all my fans, along with competition I'm on some "Never trust nobody" shit, I've been suspicious Cuz y'all are fake as fuck, and actin' like you're on auditions Ay, get a little fame, but I know I got a grip on the game at the roots Taking out the greats, no shame, like bitch, what's a goat to a wolf? I don't really need new friends like that, man, the other one's cool And everybody else tryna get a little piece of the dream and the clout and the juice Ay, you do this shit for the gram I do this shit for the Grammys You do this shit for the bands I do this shit for the family This wasn't part of the plan Call it an audible manning Yeah, I swear you mothafuckers almost had me, but Who do you think you are? I'm a song away from star What are you tryin' to prove? Show me what you got, and imma take it from you— Who the fuck you playin' with? I put the code in, then I play this shit Don't nobody wanna play with me Cause everything you got, I'm takin' it (Gimme that, gimme that, woo, woo) Yeah, I made it bitch Without a label here to make it with And I don't care if I don't make it rich Cause everything you got, I'm takin' it (Gimme that, gimme that, woo, woo) From Letras Mania