Play Your Cards (feay. YC)

Round here you play the cards that you were dealt

I could give a fuck about your feelings or how you feel

I can't see you in my rearview cause you left

I'm so hot I'll touch your bitch and she'll melt

I'm on my hustle, I'm bout my grind

I got a plan to make the whole Atlanta mine

One for the money, two for the show

Three dollars for the soda, I mix it in the coke

I'm icy in the summer, I think I need a coat (burr)

I'll drag you to the river then throw you off the boat

Cold dirty shame, low down dirty games, I use to have them thangs

But now I'm on the screen

Play it how it go, take it how it come

Fuck how you feel cause my feelings numb

Play it how it go, take it how it come

Fuck how you feel cause my feelings numb

Round here you play the cards that you were dealt

I could give a fuck about your feelings or how you feel

I can't see you in my rearview cause you left

I'm so hot I'll touch your bitch and she'll melt

Gucci:

Gucci mane I'm hard to kill

Ain't nobody murkin me

Niggas think they hercules, have they ass in surgery

Manical, see all these purses, ain't nobody hard as me

He may have more money but he'll neva have more heart than me

Its big dog, bulldog, leapfrog, jumpoff

Sawed off pump, nigga this ain't what you want

And we goin all out, all out for the yola

I owe it to the soda

I cut the music down just so I can hear the motor

I open up the sun roof so you can smell the odor

Play your cards right or they'll find you in Dakota

Suckers get trampled, snitches ran over, snitches ran over

Round here you play the cards that you were dealt

I could give a fuck about your feelings or how you feel

I can't see you in my rearview cause you left

I'm so hot I'll touch your bitch and she'll melt