We Don’t Play Dat Lyrics – YFN Lucci | from “The Leaks”

YFN Lucci’s flexing that ATL steel on Buddah Bless’s The Leaks, the producer’s vault-cracking mixtape hitting today—January 7, 2026—and “We Don’t Play Dat” lands like a velvet-gloved slap, all menace wrapped in melody, reminding everyone the game’s got rules, and he wrote half of ’em.

This cut’s pure Lucci DNA: trap soul with a razor edge, Buddah Bless lacing it with those signature 808 quakes and hi-hat shuffles that slink like a lowrider on Peachtree Street. It’s mid-tempo menace, the kind where the beat breathes just enough space for Lucci’s drawl to drip threats and triumphs—think booming bass under sparse keys, evoking late-night cyphers where egos get checked.

Thematically, it’s all about boundaries: no cap, no fold, that unshakeable code of the streets where “dat” ain’t up for debate. Lines tease the raw—boasting untouchable status, shading snakes in the grass—without overexplaining, letting the vibe do the preaching. Unreleased till now, it surfaced as one of those whispers from the shadows, teased on Buddah’s IG stories last week with fans flooding the comments: “Lucci home and hungrier than ever.”

The Leaks itself? It’s Buddah Bless going full archivist, a 14-track time capsule of scrapped heat from hip-hop’s heavyweights, dropped independently to capitalize on the hunger for what never saw daylight. No label polish here—just straight fire: Quavo and Offset on “17 Shooters,” Lil Yachty linking with Chief Keef for “BIG CHIP,” even a ghostly Takeoff verse on “Let Me Chill Out” ft. Rich The Kid and YoungBoy. The rest stacks 21 Savage’s “The Dripped,” Key Glock’s “Titanic,” Smokepurpp’s “Amber Rose,” and closers like Pop Smoke’s “Snitching” demo with Future, Polo G, and Quavo. It’s a victory lap for leaks turned legends, clocking under an hour but punching like a double-disc, all unified by Buddah’s glue—those glossy, bass-forward productions that bridge trap’s grit with pop’s sheen. Fans are devouring it on YouTube and SoundCloud drops already, with the tracklist blowing up TikToks remixing those ad-libs.

Lucci’s timing couldn’t be sharper: fresh off his 2024 legal clear-out—time served, slate wiped—he’s been quiet, plotting from the A, linking with vets like Buddah to rebuild that Wish Me Well empire. From “Everyday We Lit” platinum plaques to this low-key resurrection, it’s evolution by subtraction—leaner bars, wiser scars, proving the drought only sharpened the blade. He’s teasing more solo heat for spring, but this feature screams he’s not here to play catch-up; he’s resetting the board.

Dive into the We Don’t Play Dat lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other The Leaks tracks for more of Buddah Bless’s vault-unlocking trap gems.