[Chorus]

I don’t play around, You know Wolf don’t play around

We don’t play around, Anti-World don’t play around

I don’t play around, You know Wolf don’t play around

We don’t play around, Anti-World don’t play around

[Verse 1]

Every day, I start out with my prescription, smoke a J

Merry land, or that girl from Spider-Man, hardly say

Needa get me a ruler, to keep the order

Nigga hating, I just fucked on your daughter

Scar him for life use a wand, Harry Potter

Niggas want beef in the house, but it’s slaughter

Food on my mind

Bread in my head, so it’s straight to the cheese

Put a lil drip in the kitchen, it’s water

Turn the room up, till it cannot get hotter

Keep me a bitch, and she scared I’ll deport her

Get up off the Porsche, like I wanted a sports car, Ah

I do mathematics, niggas they Rickety Racky

Armani suit, like your money, you tacky

End conversation, we in different brackets

Wait for my trap pussy, thought he attacking

Tasty OG, make you feel like a dragon

Ha, smoke out wrap, I’m in back

I’m in the back, of the lac I just blew out her back

Shawty said I should relax

Old that lil bitch that I’m gone off the Thrax

Always top shelf, think you smoking on wax

Fuck with the boys, and it’s gone leave you whacked

[Chorus]

I don’t play around, You know Wolf don’t play around

We don’t play around, Anti-World don’t play around

I don’t play around, You know Wolf don’t play around

We don’t play around, Anti-World don’t play around

[Verse 2]

Ooh-ooh-ooh, mah nigga, what do it do

Came out with green, got your man looking blue

Life is a gamble, I’m rigged with the clues

Know what to do

Needa get me a ruler to keep the order, nigga hating I just fucked on your daughter

Scar him for life use a wand, Harry Potter

Niggas want beef in the house, but it’s slaughter

Serving these niggas, like Alfred the Butler

Fucked that ho' once, once and I cannot recall her

Shooting them heat, like that man jimmy Butler

Had a Minaj Girls, played anaconda

Ball on em magic, tall like mo bamba

Niggas flamenco, we doing the samba

Who with the smoke, I just got the pack

I got the fire, bro got the strap

It’s a revolver, a mile on the track

Wolf but the jungle, put lion on my back

Know wolf hon shoot, like the opps is a movie

Saw who was up now your side, getting moody

Saw we was up now these trishes, wanna do me