Player’s Club lyrics

[Verse 1: Berner]
They love you when it's nonstop
Then they dip when the bombs drop
I've been to war for eight years, watch them fall off
Cas [?] high, and chase a brown bag, that quick money never last
I watch them drown fast
I'm on a good run, they wanna see me down bad
This sh*t so good, I brought a pound back
Peep the evelution, different distribution
Two tons out to Jerminy, [?]
[?] bag, really got it moving
11 AM, I'm already shrooming
Small batch of flower in my glass jar
[?] hash in my lungs, in a 6 star
Bullet proof car, windows blacked out
Two [?] it's tacked out
Big stones in my [?] no bust down
Model b*tches in my DM's, tryna f*ck now
I tucked the milli from my kid and forgot about it
[?] well, but I [?] water [?]
I must have been a baller in my past life
Cartier frames on my face and my bag right

[Chorus: DRODi & Berner]
Turn the bеat up, roll some weed up [?] movie theator
I bе riding, I be riding, but never with the seat up
I be layed back reclining, [?] smoke what I'm pinting
In the studio just vibing
Player sh*t we providing
A lil something for the players
We underground, but everything we do, it's too major
Player sh*t we providing
A lil something for the players
We underground, but everything we do, it's too major
[Verse 2: DRODi]
Got too many flavors on me, finna roll up another
Chop the beat and make it studder, my flow smoother than butter
Tryna get it how we get it, ain't no label gon' cut it
These some packs from [?], [?] taking off with [?]
I be on my healthy sh*t, food and weed, that's for breakfast
30,000 my necklace, how we do down in Texas
I've been [?] for a minute, know them haters is jealous
Keep that thang on me tucked, tryna play, leave you headless
[?] I don't smoke mid
Drop a pack every week, that sh*t go so quick
Every strane will get you high, and it taste good than a b*tch
It's DRODi and big Bern on the track, can't miss

[Chorus: DRODi & Berner]
Turn the beat up, roll some weed up [?] movie theator
I be riding, I be riding, but never with the seat up
I be layed back reclining, [?] smoke what I'm pinting
In the studio just vibing
Player sh*t we providing
A lil something for the players
We underground, but everything we do, it's too major
Player sh*t we providing
A lil something for the players
We underground, but everything we do, it's too major
[Verse 3: That Mexican OT]
Pour up a 4, slap your ho, b*tch, I'm a kick door pro
I'm in the slab [?] riding in the low low
My top [?], [?] gon' blow
[?] rocking [?]
I'ma call [?] I said I need me a pound
Flew straight out of Sanfransisco, landed in H-Town
They can throw me in the [?] VVS [?]
I see stars inside the escolade, whenever I recline
I give a f*ck about a b*tch, keep that money on my mind
She say OT, bae, I love you, I say I ain't got the time
Everytime I look at your story, I see your ass flying
I say duh, you stupid b*tch, I get paid to make sh*t rhyme




[Chorus: That Mexican OT & Berner]
Turn the beat up, roll some weed up [?] movie theator
I be riding, I be riding, but never with the seat up
I be layed back reclining, [?] smoke what I'm pinting
In the studio just vibing
Player sh*t we providing
A lil something for the players
We underground, but everything we do, it's too major
Player sh*t we providing
A lil something for the players
We underground, but everything we do, it's too major[Chorus: DRODi & Berner]
Turn the beat up, roll some weed up [?] movie theator
I be riding, I be riding, but never with the seat up
I be layed back reclining, [?] smoke what I'm pinting
In the studio just vibing
Player sh*t we providing
A lil something for the players
We underground, but everything we do, it's too major
Player sh*t we providing
A lil something for the players
We underground, but everything we do, it's too major