Recognize a Playa

(*talking*) Say bitch, I know you see us All these motherfucking diamonds, all this candy around ya You can't help but see us, ha [Hook - 2x] I'm pulling out clean, you already know I'm leaning off the drank, and I'm smelling like the dro Stacks in my pocket, and my shine on glow Better recognize a playa, when he step through the do' [Chris Ward] Open your eyes, and recognize a playa when you see one Instead of always hating on one, try to be one Gucci clothes, J's on my toes Fruit loop necklace, with iced out rows My wrist on froze, ery'body knows When I step through the do's, handcuff your hoes I'm so fresh you could smell your boy, through a stuffy nose They call me Chris Wizzard, that's just how it goes [PJ] Step on the scene, you know I'm looking tight Sipping drank, so you know I got a purple Sprite Pocket full of cash, neck full of ice I'm in my zone, so I'm trying to find some'ing nice Badge on my neck, I'm talking big rocks V12 valet'd, in the parking lot Get my shine on, that's what playas do PJ the Rap Hustler, he done came through [Hook - 2x] [Sir Daily] I'm pulling out clean, every bezeltyne Cleaners tag on my jeans, and a pocket full of green We the dream team, for the state of Tex Leaving stains on the 'vard, when we breaking the sec's You already know, when we crawl down slow Wrist lit up, and a big chain on my throat Candy paint coat, got my frame dripping And I'mma move packs, looking like I'm change shifting [Slim Thug] I'm sliding on the glass, got butter on my ass Just got my license back, still trying to do the dash Everything paid cash, no notes no leases You broke ass niggas, paying notes on leases Fo' spokes fo' creeping, on a block near you Watching boppers jock, looking in my rearview 20/20 vision, see haters in clear view That's why I'm chunking deuces, I ain't going near you [Hook - 2x] [Chris Ward] I'm back again, like you owe me some cash flow Most wanted but most feared, like Fidel Castro My pockets overweight, so they call me fatso Others call me bright lights, cause the way that my badge glow [PJ] Backdo' feeling fine, blowing on some killer pine Putting boys in they place, when they see that blue line On game having thangs, hogging in that turning lane Chicks hopping in the ride, hydro burning mayn [Sir Daily] You know it's lit up, S-I-R Northside Houston Texas, boys on the bar I ain't even tripping, I'm on that dro too 24's on my low, coming candy blue [Slim Thug] You know the Boss, talk G shit daily Want some'ing free, no fuck you pay me Pockets so fat, lil' niggas can't outweigh me Y'all small, Slim balling like Baby [Hook - 2x] (*talking*) G'eah so that's how it is mayn, you know I'm saying You could see the Boyz N Blue, in a hood near you you know I'm saying Riding in some'ing, with no motherfucking top Hundred thousand around the neck, hundred thousand around the wrist Hundred thousand, on the motherfucking pinky ring Cause we motherfucking bosses, getting this motherfucking money g'eah