lucas, CamDaGuapo, & Henfaceman - Playerz (Freestyle)

(Viper)
I'm walkin' in and I get hit with lights and cameras
My city proud of us
And we done tried to tell 'em but they wasn't understandin' us
Now I'm gettin' lil pretty bitches lookin' glamorous
Exactly why these niggas tryna battle us
I'm doin' shit that make these niggas feel some type of way
I'm gettin' to the cake
Switchin' lanes
Tryna run it up im dodgin' snakes and jakes
Keep it on the way, I'm movin' great
Goin' place to place
I remember tryna do the most to go and make the play
I was just a teen who wasn't sleepin' on the dream
walk in with a 40 and it's pokin' out the jeans
I can't do the most for people tryna do the least
on my Ps
I'm gon' get it out these Santa Paula streets
Hol' onn, chasin and chasin
Tryna get the cakeage
I know they don't like me but they stalkin on my pages
All of a sudden I see unfamiliar faces
Tryna come around, I guess they've seen I been on stages
Ah, a fly nigga with a dream ain't no one believe in
I'm a player, with an attitude, I gotta be it
Diamonds bustin' on her face when I fuck her
I'm here to have a good time, not to love her
She off a pill, I don't got to use a rubber
Player, player, player, player, don't bug me
Player, player, player, player, don't cuff her
Player, player, player, player, don't bug me
Ah, got to keep your head straight, never hesitate
Never trippin' on no bitch, ain't got time to waste
'Bout to take over her life like a tidal wave
It ain't easy lookin' fly, lookin' this good
Designer on me, I know she want me
Got my phone on DND, don't try to call me
I see these niggas lookin' fake, they lookin' phony
I ain't use to have shit, now they on me
I just put a thousand, on her mental, told her match that
Hopped up out the flight, I woke up faded, where my bags at?
Told her, I don't give a fuck about your day, just throw that ass back
I might pull up on a rapper, ask 'em where bands at?
If he think I'm bluffin' , take his bitch, like where your man at?
Fuck her when I want, she tell her friends, "That's why my ass fat"
She rather have attention, from these bitches, that's why I'm passed that
Stingy with the blunt, I'm Patty 'Homes, I told 'em pass that, hol' on
Always seen me frowning 'cause her mouth just make my dick soft
Had a bitch sucked at sucking dick, I cut that bitch off
If he talking crazy, score like 9, then take his lip off
My bitch raw, hit her three more times, just like I'm Chris Paul (Yeah, uh)
Designer on my garment, you can call me Mr. Fuck His Bitch
Bitch I'm in the field, I'm setting them plays up, like I'm Popovich
I can get this bitch pussy drippin' off of compliments
Same rappers talking 'bout they dreams, ain't never accomplish shit
Broke bitch posted w my ex, like She ain't downgrade
Told her like you.. uh yeah
Told her suck it like you proud of me, got Prada on my eye frame
Living off yo parents, you in college, fuck out my face
Yeah, uh, yeah

Written by:
Emanuel Luna, Jordan Camarillo, Lucas Martinez

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