[Intro]

Mhmm, aye, aye, aye

It's 3M, CLE

Free the dawgs and the demons

Free my waryas, free the gang

Ahh-uhhhhhhhh

Free everybody, even the opps

R.I.P my fuckin' niggas

(Late nights, me and bro DeeJayM0, he mix it)

[Chorus]

I'm a player and it gets her sad

Shorty fell for the wrong kind

Fuck a bitch, get a bag

And when it calls I'm on time

Now I'm swervin' in a Jag'

Ain't the type to flex online

I heard these niggas want me dead

And all my shooters are front line

I'm a player and it gets her sad

Shorty fell for the wrong kind

Fuck a bitch, get a bag

And when it calls I'm on time

Now I'm swervin' in a Jag'

Ain't the type to flex online

I heard these niggas want me dead

And all my shooters are front line

[Verse 1]

I was in the trap with my brodie

Ridin' around dirty in a stoley

Fuck a label, can't afford me

Bitches all for the fame

And mama told me they ain't for me

Nowadays they move like they know me

On my grind, on my lonely

Nowadays they move like they know me

On my grind, on my lonely

In the field with bram

Bust down on my arm

Bad bitch left her man

Shorty fell for the charm

Opp niggas ain't makin' no noise

You niggas just calm

Not on your block

Winter to fall

Thirty shots beat till you fall

I lost FA, I lost Gillie and now I just wanna ball

[Chorus]

I'm a player and it gets her sad

Shorty fell for the wrong kind

Fuck a bitch, get a bag

And when it calls I'm on time

Now I'm swervin' in a Jag'

Ain't the type to flex online

I heard these niggas want me dead

And all my shooters are front line

I'm a player and it gets her sad

Shorty fell for the wrong kind

Fuck a bitch, get a bag

And when it calls I'm on time

Now I'm swervin' in a Jag'

Ain't the type to flex online

I heard these niggas want me dead

And all my shooters are front line

[Verse 2]

Why these bitches tryna set me?

Can't slip so I grip on my semi

Now that I'm poppin' bitches tryna friend me

Bitch we slidin', ridin' 'round heavy

Catch a opp, I beat till it's empty

3M dancin' right on my neckpiece

Gucci down, I'm drippin' in Fendi

Bitches on me screamin' out Frenchy

I'ma shine with the family

In a Royce with a baddie

Nippin' sign for the Cali

Fuck a bitch, get a bag

'Cause money make a nigga happy

Made a killin' in the trappy

Yeah my shooters like to clap b

Lost my bro, sadly

Now we ballin' for Cadi

[Chorus]

I'm a player and it gets her sad

Shorty fell for the wrong kind

Fuck a bitch, get a bag

And when it calls I'm on time

Now I'm swervin' in a Jag'

Ain't the type to flex online

I heard these niggas want me dead

And all my shooters are front line

I'm a player and it gets her sad

Shorty fell for the wrong kind

Fuck a bitch, get a bag

And when it calls I'm on time

Now I'm swervin' in a Jag'

Ain't the type to flex online

I heard these niggas want me dead

And all my shooters are front line