Playing Drake Lyrics – Jay Montana

Playing Drake Lyrics

[Intro: Jay Montana]
Yeah
I, I don’t know the charge, like this one-on-one
Tan (CookUpMason)

[Chorus: Jay Montana]
Yeah, damn, I hate gettin’ dumped, playin’ Drake, gettin’ drunk
Interstate, I’m playin’ legit with three, four ‘bows in the trunk (Yoom)
I can’t take him on that hit ’cause he gon’ fold with that pump
They play my music and relate, when you hit play, the shit gon’ bump
Yeah, I get this player shit from unc (Yeah, yeah), I got some thick shit in the gump
I got a million in my head with some opp nigga in my lungs
All this pape’ that I ran up, to count, you need a thousand thumbs
Tryna get back at me, they ain’t half of me, you fucked a thousand bums (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Jay Montana]
You remember when I came through, but I can’t say the same for you
I’m at bro house, I get kicked out, his mama let me keep the same room
I miss them times when we got high, but we couldn’t never find a ride
What about that time bro had stole that Benz? Wasn’t old enough to drive
What about I graduated? Niggas hate, now I gotta slide (Boom)
My ex in all these niggas’ faces, that shit crazy, pick a side (That shit crazy)
That shit crazy (That shit crazy), all the police chases, thank God I ain’t die (Skrrt)
Unprescribed pills on a daily basis, I know that I’m fried (Uh)
Take me back and live your life, bae, I’m sorry, I know I lied (Uh)
Got two cups and they full of ice, I pour this drank and visualize (Uh, uh)
Me somewhere with all the guys, the ones in jail, the ones who died (Uh)
If I can’t take us all from out the hood, at least I know I tried
I can’t say, “Yeah” every time, but you know certain shit I’d buy (I’d buy)
And they still act like that shit don’t mean nothin’, it hurt me every time
You want smoke? You know I push that button, your cousin, whoever dyin’
Ho, you better get in with it, know we run the city, tell ’em fall in line

[Chorus: Jay Montana]
Damn, I hate gettin’ dumped, playin’ Drake, gettin’ drunk
Interstate, I’m playin’ legit with three, four ‘bows in the trunk (Groom)
I can’t take him on that hit ’cause he gon’ fold with that pump (Uh)
They play my music and relate (Uh), when you hit play, the shit gon’ bump
Yeah, I get this player shit from unc, I got some thick shit in the gump
I got a million in my head with some opp nigga in my lungs (Uh)
All this pape’ that I ran up, to count, you need a thousand thumbs (Uh)
Tryna get back at me, they ain’t half of me, you fucked a thousand bums

[Verse 2: BAK Jay]
You can fuck with me, niggas, ain’t none of ’em gon’ be me, bitch (Ain’t none of ’em gon’ be me)
Every time I pop out with the bros, ain’t none of us on no sweet shit (None of us on no sweet shit)
Gotta say fuck ’em if they laugh at you (Fuck ’em), 300K, got a bag of blues
Got a bad bitch in the Maybach, her ass fat with a attitude
I don’t like to talk ’bout my problems, I just pour it up (I just pour it up)
Why this bitch keep lookin’ at me sideways? Must wanna get fucked (Must wanna get fucked)
She told me she one of one, I bought her two (Bought her two)
A lot of clothes, a lot of shoes (A lot of shoes)
A lot of shit be on my mind, I talk to God, He comin’ through (He comin’ through)
I been livin’ my best life, had so much fun in one night
You smoke with me, bitch, it’s on sight, I shoot this bitch from left to right
Too much pills and too much ice, twenty years, it sound like life
But I’ll do that about some shit I built, don’t play with me, aight? (Don’t play with me, aight?)
Think I need somebody on the time I’m on (Time I’m on)
Don’t come ’round with none of that bullshit, quickest way to get you gone (Way to get you gone)
Think I need somebody on the time I’m on (Time I’m on)
Don’t come ’round with none of that bullshit, quickest way to get you gone (Way to get you gone)

[Outro: BAK Jay]
Time I’m on
Don’t come with none of that bullshit, quickest way to get— mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm