Product Of A Playa Lyrics

[Intro]
(M-M-M-McCoy)
(I got my work from a narco')
Hm-hm
Yeah, soon as I— (What?)
I was a— (What?)
Product of a player

[Chorus]
I'm a product of a player, Elliot ceilings in (Yeah, dig)
I got these diamonds on my fingers, I can't hold your hand (Phew, dig)
Wait, I'll put you right in a Bentley, outside, Bentleys, Lambs' (Phew, dig)
Help me, south side Atlanta, but it's more like Atlantastan (Yeah)
Yeah, kill you where you stand (What? Phew), f*ck all you players (Dig, woof)
Bitch, I'm a product of a player, Ps, I ain't playing (Woof, woof)
Got a good number on the Ps, push 'em across the land (Woof, woof), ooh
Calls, unknown kills, kill away far from the cams (Shh, wait)
[Verse]
Yeah (What? Yeah), yeah (Dig, let's go)
Trappin' out the bando
Yeah, I'm with P, push a key like piano (P)
P night player, light the top likе a candle (Phew, phew)
Bеatin' down the block with a chop' out the Lambo' (Phew, yeah)
Yeah, beatin' down your block with the chop' out the Lamb' Bih' wan' f*ck on me (Yeah)
Lil' twat call [?]
Lil' bad bih' wan' suck on that P (That's P)
Why you do it best? I tell her, "I don't need that"
Said you wanna f*ck my bitch? Need to see that
Countin' in the trap where the money and the weed at
Fish on the jet cost me thirteen racks
The way you niggas run that shit got [?] (What? Wha—)

[Chorus]
I'm a product of a player, Elliot ceilings in (Yeah, dig)
I got these diamonds on my fingers, I can't hold your hand (Phew, dig)
Wait, I'll put you right in a Bentley, outside, Bentleys, Lambs' (Phew, dig)
Help me, south side Atlanta, but it's more like Atlantastan (Yeah)
Yeah, kill you where you stand (What? Phew), f*ck all you players (Woof, dig)
Bitch, I'm a product of a player, Ps, I ain't playing (Woof, woof)
Got a good number on Ps, pushin' 'em across the land (Woof, woof), ooh
Calls, unknown kills, kill away far from the cams

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