Too Player

Lyrics

[Intro: Bris] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [Chorus: Bris] 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 [Verse 1: Bris] 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 Nigga talkin' like he hot, I let him hold the Glock And I'ma hold this chop, 'cause I know this bitch hold a lot [Chorus: Bris] 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 [Verse 2: G Man] Tell your bitch to wipe me down 'cause I'm fresh as fuck Hottest in my city, niggas mad 'cause they ain't catchin' up You ain't the homie, hit that room, niggas said too much Bitches always choosin' on the gang 'cause they know that we up And I don't fuck with nerd niggas '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 Niggas 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 Niggas ain't really from the hood, they some fuckin' fans Flock is on, slide through and you gon' get fanned [Chorus: Bris] 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