Player - Lil Keed, Paper Lovee

Yeah

Yeah, stay player, stay player

Keed, talk to 'em

Who get in the booth and go hard as I go?

Elliot diamonds, this water for sure

Hundred round chopper, I’m shootin' it for sure

Black thirty round clips, extensions at the show

These pants Off-White but I Gucci’d the coat

That ho extra bad but not chasin' no ho

So many whips, yeah, eeny miny moe

Front and backend, we rockin' the shows (Keed, talk to 'em, let’s go)

Stay player and I’ma stand on it (Stay player, stay player)

All type of layers, yeah, designer padded

This a Benz coupe, yeah, 4Matic (4Matic)

Pull to the block, leave a tragedy (Let's go)

Slide on the block with some sticks

They don’t cha-cha, they had a bad day

I fuck on these lil' bitty bitches and I kick 'em out, they know it’s they last

day

Ain’t talkin' no motherfuckin' cheddar but I ran it up and I got fast paid

These bitches, they love me, they just wanna suck on my dick, and they give me

foreplay

I’m on a Percocet pill, I don’t wanna fuck, I just want all face

Niggas be talkin' that internet beefin' but we gettin' the drop where y’all stay

Niggas be talkin' that internet beefin', we spray up your house,

you need AllState

Diamonds they wearin', it’s all fake

Your main bitch be choosin', that’s always

Who get in the booth and go hard as I go?

Elliot diamonds, this water for sure

Hundred round chopper, I’m shootin' it for sure

Black thirty round clips, extensions at the show

These pants Off-White but I Gucci’d the coat

That ho extra bad but not chasin' no ho

So many whips, yeah, eeny miny moe

Front and backend, we rockin' the shows

Bitch, I’m Set to the casket

And I’m with Keed, S-L-I-M-E

So niggas, you know it’s a slatt set

I’m on the Leer jet where you should be (Where you should be)

'Cause I got the Kel-Tec, nigga, .223

Had to slow down but you know I’ma speed it up

Keed told me drop me a verse, I’ma eat it up

Baby Ruger in my pocket, only hold six shots

Six niggas runnin' up, I’ma make six drop

We ain’t with the funny stuff, we the type to get guap

You ain’t talkin' money, bro, chopper make your lip lock

Smokin' out the Ziploc, I don’t even get high

Tryna serve in my lane, lil' nigga, I won’t let 'em get by

Say you runnin' the game, lil' nigga, you don’t tote a big guy

I ain’t heard from a thing, I’m stackin' it up on the Smith side

Big thot, bitch wanna take her a dick ride

Told her spend her time on the dick like she 6'5″

I don’t let shit slide, catch you on the flip side

Everybody runnin' in the house when them chips out

You tripped out now 'bout your ho

Should’ve never let your bitch out

Like a Thanksgiving dinner

But your ho gon' gobble gobble every time I have my dick out

And she ain’t fuckin' on the slime, then she gettin' kicked out (Set)

Who get in the booth and go hard as I go?

Elliot diamonds, this water for sure

Hundred round chopper, I’m shootin' it for sure

Black thirty round clips, extensions at the show

These pants Off-White but I Gucci’d the coat

That ho extra bad but not chasin' no ho

So many whips, yeah, eeny miny moe

Front and backend, we rockin' the shows