We Don’t Play That

[Intro]
You want me to what?
(yeah? huh?)
You want me to what?
(try again)
[Verse 1]
Yes you want me to—what?
Click a button
Chase a checkmark
Beg for views in my own spot
All that chatter
It sound too tired
Talkin’ ‘bout your lil’ page
Talkin’ ‘bout your thirsty plans
Tryna turn me to a fan
You a stranger in my hands
[Chorus]
We don’t play that sh—
We don’t play that sh— (nah)
Like and subscribe? You wish
Back up off my click
We don’t play that sh—
We don’t play that sh— (uh-uh)
“Look at my link”? You sick
Go sell that dream to them
Not this
[Verse 2]
Timeline full of “tap here”
Thirst traps
Same old frame
Whole feed lookin’ like a flea market
Everything tagged with a price and a name
Onlyfans? Only jokes
Only lies
Only smoke
I don’t dance for your broke hope
Scroll past fast
I don’t even poke
[Chorus]
We don’t play that sh—
We don’t play that sh— (hey!)
Like and subscribe? You wish
Back up off my click
We don’t play that sh—
We don’t play that sh— (nah)
“Look at my link”? You sick
Go sell that dream to them
Not this
[Bridge]
You want me to what? (what?)
You want me to pay? (pay?)
You want me to chase your clout
While you just play?
I’m not built to beg
I’m not built to plead
If you ain’t showing up real
Then you ain’t for me
[Chorus]
We don’t play that sh—
We don’t play that sh— (nope)
Like and subscribe? You wish
Back up off my click
We don’t play that sh—
We don’t play that sh— (yeah)
“Look at my link”? You sick
Go sell that dream to them
Not this

Hard-hitting club trap, female vocals, distorted 808s and sharp hi-hats. Hook drops with chant-style gang vocals and crowd-call energy; verses stay sparse with booming kick and eerie bell lead. Bridge strips to bass and claps before a final explosive chorus with stacked ad-libs and aggressive ad-lib echoes.