Lyrics:

[Intro]
(2GlocckTopp)
Yeah, just like bein' playa, like
You gotta be playa all situations, that's pushin' p
Can't be half steppin', half [?], no kizzy
Gotta be playa all situations

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm playa, she know it (Top chef)
Bitch in the hills, she gone off that boy, I know it
I treat the stick in my hand like a wand (Brr)
Poof, if I get to sparkin', he gone
Whenever she meetin' up with player, yeah, she goin'
Holdin' up my Rollie Skydweller, match the sun
Beat down the block with some Air Force 1's

[Verse 1]
I ain't rockin' Cartier, Gotit got on CD's (Gang)
Beat it from the back, she throw it back like a frisbee
Nigga had dropped out, yeah, I be Wock'd out
Bitch so bad, yeah, she suckin' out the lean-ni (Hoodbaby)
[?], send ya' ass ten feet
Awful lot of slimes and print them on my Dickie's (Shout out [?], you know what I'm sayin')
Hop out broad day, hit a 360
Hoppin' out of beyblades, spinnin' 'til you dizzy
Spinnin' like an arson, walkin' out the booth (Hot)
Yeah, I'm drippin' on some Off shit, walkin' in the room
Get to poppin' on a broke bitch, neck typhoon
On some all we on go shit, niggas on shrooms (Slime)
[?], boy a box of chocolates 'cause I'm not a wrestler
So many bitches despite I'm a bachelor
.38 special, one shot, that's a caliber (Grrah)
Give me [?] Demons and Challengers (Ah-ah)
Lit nigga, hot coupe, lit nigga hot
f*ckin' with my spirits, I'ma put 'em in a pot
London rocking shows, damn, my pocket got a knot
f*ckin' on the baddest, yeah, I'm pickin' out the ripe
[?] my mink on the line
Yeah, you want a purse, bitch talkin' like I'm blind
You ain't [?] mane, never been by
Shooter in Vegas accept payments, no lie
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm playa, she know it

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