[Intro] Mhmm, aye, aye, aye It's 3M, CLE Free the dawgs and the demons Free my waryas, free the gang Ahh-uhhhhhhhh Free everybody, even the opps R.I.P my fuckin' niggas (Late nights, me and bro DeeJayM0, he mix it)
[Chorus] I'm a player and it gets her sad Shorty fell for the wrong kind Fuck a bitch, get a bag And when it calls I'm on time Now I'm swervin' in a Jag' Ain't the type to flex online I heard these niggas want me dead And all my shooters are front line I'm a player and it gets her sad Shorty fell for the wrong kind Fuck a bitch, get a bag And when it calls I'm on time Now I'm swervin' in a Jag' Ain't the type to flex online I heard these niggas want me dead And all my shooters are front line
[Verse 1] I was in the trap with my brodie Ridin' around dirty in a stoley Fuck a label, can't afford me Bitches all for the fame And mama told me they ain't for me Nowadays they move like they know me On my grind, on my lonely Nowadays they move like they know me On my grind, on my lonely In the field with bram Bust down on my arm Bad bitch left her man Shorty fell for the charm Opp niggas ain't makin' no noise You niggas just calm Not on your block Winter to fall Thirty shots beat till you fall I lost FA, I lost Gillie and now I just wanna ball
[Chorus] I'm a player and it gets her sad Shorty fell for the wrong kind Fuck a bitch, get a bag And when it calls I'm on time Now I'm swervin' in a Jag' Ain't the type to flex online I heard these niggas want me dead And all my shooters are front line I'm a player and it gets her sad Shorty fell for the wrong kind Fuck a bitch, get a bag And when it calls I'm on time Now I'm swervin' in a Jag' Ain't the type to flex online I heard these niggas want me dead And all my shooters are front line
[Verse 2] Why these bitches tryna set me? Can't slip so I grip on my semi Now that I'm poppin' bitches tryna friend me Bitch we slidin', ridin' 'round heavy Catch a opp, I beat till it's empty 3M dancin' right on my neckpiece Gucci down, I'm drippin' in Fendi Bitches on me screamin' out Frenchy I'ma shine with the family In a Royce with a baddie Nippin' sign for the Cali Fuck a bitch, get a bag 'Cause money make a nigga happy Made a killin' in the trappy Yeah my shooters like to clap b Lost my bro, sadly Now we ballin' for Cadi
[Chorus] I'm a player and it gets her sad Shorty fell for the wrong kind Fuck a bitch, get a bag And when it calls I'm on time Now I'm swervin' in a Jag' Ain't the type to flex online I heard these niggas want me dead And all my shooters are front line I'm a player and it gets her sad Shorty fell for the wrong kind Fuck a bitch, get a bag And when it calls I'm on time Now I'm swervin' in a Jag' Ain't the type to flex online I heard these niggas want me dead And all my shooters are front lineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
