Playmakers (feat. LSMG Rob-Lo) [with Sefos.Beats]

I'll be around in a minute Shawty

As you can tell, I'm a winner Shawty

I ain't got five I got hunnit on me

I double up the bag, yeah, you know I'm on it

Let it fly like Da-da-da-da-da-da

Fully automatic I'm with the drama

Ain't no Beretta boy, that bitch a Llama

I know they go hard, but they know I come harder

Real players only (oh yeh yeh)

Only (oh yeh yeh)

Real players only (oh yeh yeh)

Only (oh yeh yeh)

Real players only (oh)

Real players only

Only (oh yeh yeh)

I never hated real players from the south side

Just Outside, Ducking suckers that ill Outshine

They pocket watching been nosy tryna count mine

Better watch it, cause I'll leave a sucker out lined

Because I'm bout that

See them dogs over there

They adapt to the cold like a polar bear

And if you dummies wanna try me, they'll be over here

With big K's busting holes through your polo gear

I fasholy do the same too

I keep it playing with the same crew

Gota watch me when I bang through

Anything I can't do

When it's up, then you can't move

Leveled up, but the same dude

It's real life, no take twos

So I gota make it count like a chess move

What's the verdict? What's the plan for the next move?

I thank God for the things I was blessed through

That's on the set too

If it ain't about the dough (no)

I don wanna know

I gota get it then I gone, gone

Like a robbery though

(oh na na na na na na)

Look, I'ma get it Poppin its a must I do it my way

Get it rocking, and started the week like it's a Friday

Play with my emotions is like

Playin with my pay, ayy

(nah, nah, nah)

Handle my business, let the birds play

If they try come fuck with it get it the worst way

Even in recession

Get it with no question

And I can never let him Try me, Try me

Get to the bag yeh you know about me

And I ain't playing' round with nobody

Somebody's mama gon' miss somebody

Yeah, yeah

Ay free the Thugs

In G we trust

Money motivated the bag we run it up (ah huh)

**** wanna hate

But we don't give a fuck

Forty five On my waist, got the chopper in the trunk

With the Fa'i-clip on it

Make a **** Duck (tssk)

How do you want it?

Like Pac, I hit him up, Ima ryda (west side)

You better ask about me

Eazycee motherfucker still comin' with heat

I'll be around in a minute Shawty

As you can tell, I'm a winner Shawty (tell Ima winner Shawty)

I ain't got five I got Hunnit on me

I double up the bag, yeah, you know I'm on it

Let it fly like da-da-da-da-da-da

Fully automatic I'm with the drama

Ain't no Beretta boy, that bitch a Llama

I know they go hard, but they know I come Harder

Real players only (oh yeh yeh)

Only (oh yeh yeh)

Real players only (oh yeh yeh)

Only (oh yeh yeh)

Real players only