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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bris
Bris
Vocals
G Man
G Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bris
Bris
Songwriter
Christopher Treadwell
Christopher Treadwell
Songwriter
G Man
G Man
Songwriter

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Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Never post a bitch on IG, I'm too player for it (I'm too player)
How the fuck you say that you a P? You be payin' for it (You a payer)
I'ma put a body on this Gleek and trade a cater for it (I need a cater)
Lookin' at that Trackhawk, but I can't afford it
Whole team eatin' good, ain't no doubt about it (Uh-uh)
You wasn't gettin' money in that trap, you just sat around it (You just sat around it)
I just bought a Mac and it came with a strap around it (With a strap around it)
You wasn't with us on that drill, so don't ask about it
You said it's bad for me, what's same for you when we see each other?
I'ma set it off with this glizzy, you like meet the fuckers
And I bust in a bitch mouth like she eatin' Gushers
Glizzy jams 'cause it's same color as some peanut butter
At the trap house, servin' cream to the dope fiends
The strap out sittin' on my knees like your bo-jeans
Yeah, I'm married to the team, you get no ring
I ain't hear the phone ring, baby, I'm off codeine
I ain't hear the phone ring, I'm off Percocet (I'm off Perky)
You can't name a sucker, I ain't try to murder yet (Try to hurt him)
Lil' bitch a prostitute, that mean she work the sex (What)
Catch me on the blade, gettin' paid 'cause I'm worth the check (Cause I'm worth it)
Pop the top on the wock, in a soda pop
How you from this block, lil' Brody and you know the opps
**** talkin' like he hot, I let him hold the Glock
And I'ma hold this chop, 'cause I know this bitch hold a lot
Never post a bitch on IG, I'm too player for it (I'm too player)
How the fuck you say that you a P? You be payin' for it (You a payer)
I'ma put a body on this Gleek and trade a cater for it (I need a cater)
Lookin' at that Trackhawk, but I can't afford it
Whole team eatin' good, ain't no doubt about it (Uh-uh)
You wasn't gettin' money in that trap, you just sat around it (You just sat around it)
I just bought a Mac and it came with a strap around it (With a strap around it)
You wasn't with us on that drill, so don't ask about it
Tell your bitch to wipe me down 'cause I'm fresh as fuck
Hottest in my city, **** mad 'cause they ain't catchin' up
You ain't the homie, hit that room, **** said too much
Bitches always choosin' on the gang 'cause they know that we up
And I don't fuck with nerd **** 'cause they group troop
I'm always in my mode, talk my shit when I'm up in the booth
Never got pressed by a soul, they know it's the truth
**** talkin' 'bout they snatched my chain, who the fuck is you?
Lil' baby wanna eat some dick, well hop in the coupe
I bust all in her mouth, she know I'm the dude
I'm ridin' 'round with them demons, they actin' a fool
You know I'm gettin' to the money, ain't worried 'bout you (Ay, ay)
I'm from the 10, I'm just tryna win
All my brothers comin' home from the fuckin' pen
**** ain't really from the hood, they some fuckin' fans
Flock is on, slide through and you gon' get fanned
Never post a bitch on IG, I'm too player for it (I'm too player)
How the fuck you say that you a P? You be payin' for it (You a payer)
I'ma put a body on this Gleek and trade a cater for it (I need a cater)
Lookin' at that Trackhawk, but I can't afford it
Whole team eatin' good, ain't no doubt about it (Uh-uh)
You wasn't gettin' money in that trap, you just sat around it (You just sat around it)
I just bought a Mac and it came with a strap around it (With a strap around it)
You wasn't with us on that drill, so don't ask about it
Written by: G Man Bris
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