STOP PLAYIN' [spoken - (you like to talk shit huh ha ha ha ha ok I got you)] Ire, stop playin’, you ain’t slick, you ain’t smooth, You flirt like it’s a hustle, I can see every move. Got a whole-ass girlfriend, still fishing my way, Then act like you’re the prize? Boy, put that shit away. You said “dog in a kennel”? That bar was tragic, Old-ass rapper still waiting on the magic. You barking at women while you beg for attention, That kennel line sounded like assisted-living detention. Some days you pull up fit, lookin’ sharp, lookin’ right, Next day, turned out as hell, like you lost a whole fight. Same name, same face, but the math don’t fit, I’m tellin’ y’all, this dude got a twin and shit. One got the swagger, one look rough as a sin, I never know which motherfucker they’re sendin’ in. Before you start flirtin’, better prove who you is, ’Cause yesterday’s version looked nothing like this. You want something from me, so you turn on the charm, But bargain-bin Casanova ain’t causing no harm. You got mystery bumps and audacity too, That’s a hell of a combo, congratulations to you. Don’t come over here acting seductive and slick, Handle your girlfriend, your bars, and whatever that is. I’m not your side chick, your fan, or your muse, And definitely not something you get to use. So put me in a kennel? Man, look at this clown. You couldn’t put me anywhere, I don’t sit, stay, or bow down. You threw me a diss thinking I’d take it to heart? Baby, I told you from jump: STOP. PLAYIN’. YOUR. PART.
