Stop Playing Lyrics – PS Hitsquad

Read the complete Stop Playing Lyrics by PS Hitsquad along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy PS Hitsquad’s music, you can also explore Al Haji and Cradle to the Grave, two other songs by PS Hitsquad.

[Intro]
Yeah
Play you, lay- (Ayy, KM, you’ve done it again)
Hitsquad, baby
Look

[Chorus]
Huh, stop playing (Play you, lay you), you know what the opp block saying? Them dead
You know that the dot-dot spraying out pebz (Slap it), you know that the SK’s spraying out ten
Look, slap four outta the Trey, I held back two to circle again (Mathematics)
Nina slapping out seven, different weapons, who wanna-? (Oh s*it)
Yeah, stop playing, yeah, you know what the opp block saying? Them dead (Hitsquad, baby)
You know that the Glock still spraying off brevz, you know that the SK’s spraying out ten plus ten (Braap, baap)
Slap four outta the Trey, I held back two to circle again and again (Hollows)
Nina slapping out seven, different weapons, who wanna dead?

[Verse 1]
Look, still playing end to end (Stepper), them n!ggas ain’t scoring though
We boared them loads or we come ’round with skengs (Shooter), could’ve been me or Snoopy or Skeng (Shooter)
Could’ve been Cadz, it could’ve been Kenz, show who you are if you show me your friends
In the ends with a whole heaps of skengs (Pecknarm), Hitsquad, baby rolling again (Hitsquad, baby)
Who wanna play with me? (??) on the (??), going A to B (I’m a shooter)
I ain’t got patience, turn a man patient, Hitsquad, send a man ANE (In a Hoover)
Said he want beef, bet, we playing for keeps, no, we don’t play in the streets (Don’t play on the curb)
Play with the Gs, cap, they only bad when they playing a beat
Hitsquad, I’m this, playing a P (Vietnarm), black flag hanging out of my jeans (been flagging)
I got a shank, drop down to my knees (I been stabbing), I put a bad b!tch down on her knees (I been pattern)
I get a pack sent down by the sea, I got a young G banking the Ps
And I got arms, I’m slapping out cars, they still getting hit if you’re out of my reach (I been slapping)
Play you, lay- (Oh s*it), I do it day to day (Hitsquad, baby)
Look, thingie in my right pocket, yeah, ain’t even on my waist (Oh s*it), send me the addy, I’m on my way (Oh s*it)
Put on my bally, I’m on my Js (I’m rolling), look at the tally, oh my days
Why you think Trident’s on my case? You see the violence on my-

[Chorus]
Huh, stop playing (Play you, lay you), you know what the opp block saying? Them dead
You know that the dot-dot spraying out pebz (Slap it), you know that the SK’s spraying out ten

Look, slap four outta the Trey, I held back two to circle again (Mathematics)
Nina slapping out seven, different weapons, who wanna-? (Who wanna)

[Verse 2]
Who wanna dead up? Bro got life, told him “Keep your head up”
Boared my man until I got fed up (Life), how many times? Don’t know he got ten up (He got life)
Pussio bleeding, he need a tenner (Oh s*it), I won’t leave him ’til he won’t get up
Chest shot, wheezing, do him like Hever, bring the green, man change up the weather, I’m changing the game, yeah
Look, bro still changing the lane (Skrt), got a bill on the MPH
I do a drill and go NPK (Oh s*it), I do a drill and head back to the Zone
I came back with a empty Trey, bro double tapped, don’t get in his way (Double clash)
He came back with a empty gauge, if it’s real rap, they got empty page (They’re stuck)
In the whip, riding shotgun, n!ggas pissed if I clock one (Oh s*it)
That time, did a hit on a hot one (Caught), I got six of them hot ones (Caught some more)
Slap mine, they got sticks, they don’t pop none (It’s war), reminisce when I shot one (Thoughts)
Cruising ’round with a top gun (Tour), cruising ’round, I am not Tom (Oh s*it)
PS, I don’t play no ‘Station (Hitsquad, baby), if it’s real then send the location (Send the loc’)
Come through, I’m the Burna Boy with a burner (Baap), n!gga that’s all guns blazing (Braap, baap)
I’m a stepper, I tie up my laces (I’m a stepper), I got trainers, (??) and shavers (I got pepper)
I been shaving numerous paigons so don’t play ‘cah I’ll do ’em outrageous (Oh s*it)

[Chorus]
Huh, stop playing (Play you, lay you), you know what the opp block saying? Them dead
You know that the dot-dot spraying out pebz (Slap it), you know that the SK’s spraying out ten
Look, slap four outta the Trey, I held back two to circle again (Mathematics)
Nina slapping out seven, different weapons, who wanna-? (Oh s*it)
Yeah, stop playing, yeah, you know what the opp block saying? Them dead (Hitsquad, baby)
You know that the Glock still spraying off brevz, you know that the SK’s spraying out ten plus ten (Braap, baap)
Slap four outta the Trey, I held back two to circle again and again (Hollows)
Nina slapping out seven, different weapons, who wanna dead?