players freestyle (Bonus) Lyrics

Uh, I was on my gangsta shit on this one, you know

For the real OGs, you know, the pimps, the players, you know, the misbehaviors

Yeah, it's for my niggas in the Fontein

I'm talking Strandfontein, man

Listen, uh, yeah, okay

Yeah, I'm talking bitches galore, that's how I do it

I scheme between these bitches like I see them, then I lose them, huh

I'm probably out with the boys, we always moving

I gotta get this money, when I get it, never lose it, huh

If it's my life, it's my choice, then I'ma stand by my voice

Misbehaving with these bitches, gotta play them like toys

Cause ain't no cuffing in me, there ain't no loving in me

I gotta get this money, that's just how it's gon' be

I been around the corner, homie, I ain't new to this

Don't run up on me, I'll shoot you where your medulla is

This is not a joke, I don't know why you find it humorous

Cause I bet you won't be laughing when I let this ruger rip, huh

I gotta get to the mills, no, I gotta get to the bills, huh

I gotta cop me a foreign and buy me a house just to live on the hills, huh

I'ma never sign a deal, I label and buying my skills, huh

Niggas don't know about the biz, business is business itch, don't get in my feels, huh

I'm in the field, huh, niggas they know what I do is for real

I'm cracking a seal, seeping on lean is just getting my feels

Big homie got killed, now the block ain't the same and that's just how it is

You learn and you live, I'll never forget and I'll never forgive, huh

You wanna smoke on me, cause I got the chrome on me

I carry the nine, I move with my guys, you better not call police

The double O-O-O-G, these niggas can't fuck with me

I been on my grind, I'm ready to shine, my family ready to eat, huh

Moving, booling, grooving, I'm never choosing

Niggas fake flexing on the gram, who you fooling

Confusing, amusing, niggas losing

I went quiet for a while to focus on my schooling

They knew it, never screw it, never blew it

Left the game solo, they came back and brought the crew with

I grew it, saw the money, then pursued it

Big stepper had to put it on cause the shoe fits

Why these niggas capping? Why these niggas rapping

Talking bout the diamonds on their neck but they don't have it

You slacking, you lacking, you ain't really racking

Living in your mama house but say you got a mansion

Boy, what's happening

Faking life for better captions

You say you on the grind but I don't see it in your actions

That's some sad shit, bad shit for the gram shit

Claiming all your riches but forgot about the rag shit

Damn, but I ain't worried about you nigga

I'm just cleaning my ears cause I heard about you nigga

Some niggas on my line talking crazy bout the boy

I just gotta clear the air cause they be hating on the boy

Flaming on the boy, big blaming on the boy

And just because I'm quiet, they be shaming on the boy

Naming on the boy, they be blazing on the boy

But when I pop out, they say they playing with the boy

Bitch, I'm leaning

Being codeine dreaming

Dope fiends waiting for the perky molly season

I'm dealing

On the corner steady scheming

Came up off of licks, I was robbing, I was stealing

All my niggas ducking, we clutching, we toting mads

If I run up on you, just throw your shit in the bag

I ain't with the fucking discussions, don't make me mad

Call me Michael Jackson cause I'm bad, bad, bad nigga

Call me Michael Jackson