Player Shit
Smooth. Jump into the cypher nice
They say I'm pipe your wife material I write for nights
I know some foes that don't have permission but copyright
They hold my flows and then magnify it with lobby lights
Y'all giving vacuum cleaners runs for their money
Claim Barry MARZ is your bro but bitch I ain't ya buddy the fuck you talkin bout
I hold these writtens the meanest place
The type to keep it in the safe so I can keep it safe
I'm that beast and I'm gon eat
Kinda bars that send Dave West and Kanye East
And y'all mad lucky that this ain't a Kanye beat
By now I'd have a lifetime supply of Kanye sneaks
If you use rhyming dictionaries the system has failed ya
Fuck that I could've ghost written raps for Griselda
I'm tryna tell ya all them followers and still ain't nice
Gimme your mistresses and wife. I ain't asking you twice
Like what you saying miss
Who you playin with
Admit I make it lit cuz you know who you staying with
This that player shit
This that player shit
Like what you saying miss
Who you playin with
Admit I make it lit cuz you know who you staying with
This that player shit
This that player shit
For you try to check a brotha check out who you checkin on
Freddie Gibbs said it bruh. This is how I say it though
For you heading towards a brotha think bout who you headed for
And refer back to the G-O-D. That's me of course
The contradiction. Live hype but talk mellow
Got the tracks coming out like Winslow T. Oddfellow
My chick the average of some numbers cuz she's rounded well
Ain't saying I'm the goat cuz everyone around me will
Slight cocky but it's all in my nature. I ball like a player
While making money fall like a banker
If you ain't talking bout shot then you could talk to me later
If you hating I'm a barber shit you all could get faded I'm saying
Could pull cheerleaders from the same team that you played for
Organically got the follower count you paid for
I see ya girl she looking nice if you don't stay with her then
Imma make my way to her and this is what I'd say to her
Like what you saying miss
Who you playin with
Admit I make it lit cuz you know who you staying with
This that player shit
This that player shit
They say I'm pipe your wife material I write for nights
I know some foes that don't have permission but copyright
They hold my flows and then magnify it with lobby lights
Y'all giving vacuum cleaners runs for their money
Claim Barry MARZ is your bro but bitch I ain't ya buddy the fuck you talkin bout
I hold these writtens the meanest place
The type to keep it in the safe so I can keep it safe
I'm that beast and I'm gon eat
Kinda bars that send Dave West and Kanye East
And y'all mad lucky that this ain't a Kanye beat
By now I'd have a lifetime supply of Kanye sneaks
If you use rhyming dictionaries the system has failed ya
Fuck that I could've ghost written raps for Griselda
I'm tryna tell ya all them followers and still ain't nice
Gimme your mistresses and wife. I ain't asking you twice
Like what you saying miss
Who you playin with
Admit I make it lit cuz you know who you staying with
This that player shit
This that player shit
Like what you saying miss
Who you playin with
Admit I make it lit cuz you know who you staying with
This that player shit
This that player shit
For you try to check a brotha check out who you checkin on
Freddie Gibbs said it bruh. This is how I say it though
For you heading towards a brotha think bout who you headed for
And refer back to the G-O-D. That's me of course
The contradiction. Live hype but talk mellow
Got the tracks coming out like Winslow T. Oddfellow
My chick the average of some numbers cuz she's rounded well
Ain't saying I'm the goat cuz everyone around me will
Slight cocky but it's all in my nature. I ball like a player
While making money fall like a banker
If you ain't talking bout shot then you could talk to me later
If you hating I'm a barber shit you all could get faded I'm saying
Could pull cheerleaders from the same team that you played for
Organically got the follower count you paid for
I see ya girl she looking nice if you don't stay with her then
Imma make my way to her and this is what I'd say to her
Like what you saying miss
Who you playin with
Admit I make it lit cuz you know who you staying with
This that player shit
This that player shit
Credits
Writer(s): Jarron Bratcher
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