TRICITO, Kingpin Skinny Pimp - How to Hate a Playaa Lyrics

What a shame! Everywhere I go
All these niggas talking crazy, and plotting on low
But I don't let shit phase me I keep a pistol close so
All that I'm gon' say is, you know how it goes
Hate the game, don't hate who playing (Player, man you how it go!)
They fake all the praises (Praise me, man you know how it go!)
They said I need saving (Save me, man you how it go!)
But I feel so amazing (Amazing, man you know how it go!)
How would you respond to a nigga hating on everything you worked hard to accomplish?
They gon' put yo' name in everything but a prayer, probably tell you go to hell in the darkness
Put me in the game I'm a marksman, yes I been ready since “on your mark, set"
I just go with the flow feel I'm Priest or Goldie to these hoes I ain't never been Clark Kent
I ain't smoked in a month so I'm coughing, friends, family and foes on my conscious
I gotta plan where I move up from Playaa to owning the team, don't matter what it cost me
Nowadays niggas fake it and floppin', I switch hands when it comes to the offense
Shit I feel like a pimp so I get all the dirt off my shoulders and shake off my losses
Don't be surprised, my main course is gorgeous I shouldn't be greedy I know, but I still want the sides
I went from a Benz to a Focus, it help me stay focused to work on my drive
Damn homie, high school you's the man homie the fuck happened to you, they lied?
Playaa he keep a snow bunny she tell me your jokes, bro I just been letting you slide
I know the L plus the F mean the squad, I don't even joke around with niggas no more
Talkin' bout ‘man I'm tryna be like you', I'm seeing through the mirage
Right hand to God I'll take you from zero to hero with what I've taught
These niggas be like “damn TRICITO if I had your hands, I'd cut mines off!
(Man what a shame)
What a shame! Everywhere I go
All these niggas talking crazy, and plotting on low
But I don't let shit phase me I keep a pistol close so
All that I'm gon' say is, you know how it goes
Hate the game, don't hate who playing (Player, man you how it go!)
They fake all the praises (Praise me, man you know how it go!)
They said I need saving (Save me, man you how it go!)
But I feel so amazing (Amazing, man you know how it go!)
Ridin' through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked out
Looking for something stout, taking North Memphis routes
Dodging the police cause they riding in them marked cars
Money in the dashboard, OG in the jar
I'm on the phone chopping it up with pimpin' while knocking me a hoe
I'm a keep her ass out of bounds, you know we on a roll!
We used to them funds, we just want long runs
No matter how they come, we just want long runs!
These bitches get petty and danger with business you know they get messy
These niggas not playing by the rules so do not attempt to address me
What the fuck you on little nigga? That play was so sloppy!
You dirty mackin' to them faggot hoes, and swear you knocking
What a shame! Everywhere I go
All these niggas talking crazy, and plotting on low
But I don't let shit phase me I keep a pistol close so
All that I'm gon' say is, you know how it goes
Hate the game, don't hate who playing (Player, man you how it go!)
They fake all the praises (Praise me, man you know how it go!)
They said I need saving (Save me, man you how it go!)
But I feel so amazing (Amazing, man you know how it go!)

What a shame! Everywhere I go
All these niggas talking crazy, and plotting on low
But I don't let shit phase me I keep a pistol close so
All that I'm gon' say is, you know how it goes
Hate the game, don't hate who playing (Player, man you how it go!)
They fake all the praises (Praise me, man you know how it go!)
They said I need saving (Save me, man you how it go!)
But I feel so amazing (Amazing, man you know how it go!)
How would you respond to a nigga hating on everything you worked hard to accomplish?
They gon' put yo' name in everything but a prayer, probably tell you go to hell in the darkness
Put me in the game I'm a marksman, yes I been ready since “on your mark, set"
I just go with the flow feel I'm Priest or Goldie to these hoes I ain't never been Clark Kent
I ain't smoked in a month so I'm coughing, friends, family and foes on my conscious
I gotta plan where I move up from Playaa to owning the team, don't matter what it cost me
Nowadays niggas fake it and floppin', I switch hands when it comes to the offense
Shit I feel like a pimp so I get all the dirt off my shoulders and shake off my losses
Don't be surprised, my main course is gorgeous I shouldn't be greedy I know, but I still want the sides
I went from a Benz to a Focus, it help me stay focused to work on my drive
Damn homie, high school you's the man homie the fuck happened to you, they lied?
Playaa he keep a snow bunny she tell me your jokes, bro I just been letting you slide
I know the L plus the F mean the squad, I don't even joke around with niggas no more
Talkin' bout ‘man I'm tryna be like you', I'm seeing through the mirage
Right hand to God I'll take you from zero to hero with what I've taught
These niggas be like “damn TRICITO if I had your hands, I'd cut mines off!
(Man what a shame)
What a shame! Everywhere I go
All these niggas talking crazy, and plotting on low
But I don't let shit phase me I keep a pistol close so
All that I'm gon' say is, you know how it goes
Hate the game, don't hate who playing (Player, man you how it go!)
They fake all the praises (Praise me, man you know how it go!)
They said I need saving (Save me, man you how it go!)
But I feel so amazing (Amazing, man you know how it go!)
Ridin' through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked out
Looking for something stout, taking North Memphis routes
Dodging the police cause they riding in them marked cars
Money in the dashboard, OG in the jar
I'm on the phone chopping it up with pimpin' while knocking me a hoe
I'm a keep her ass out of bounds, you know we on a roll!
We used to them funds, we just want long runs
No matter how they come, we just want long runs!
These bitches get petty and danger with business you know they get messy
These niggas not playing by the rules so do not attempt to address me
What the fuck you on little nigga? That play was so sloppy!
You dirty mackin' to them faggot hoes, and swear you knocking
What a shame! Everywhere I go
All these niggas talking crazy, and plotting on low
But I don't let shit phase me I keep a pistol close so
All that I'm gon' say is, you know how it goes
Hate the game, don't hate who playing (Player, man you how it go!)
They fake all the praises (Praise me, man you know how it go!)
They said I need saving (Save me, man you how it go!)
But I feel so amazing (Amazing, man you know how it go!)