Black Magic Remix / Nothing But Players

[Hook]:
Nothing But Players in this shit, stand up, bitch, so you can shake
Lil Grimm out at 5, another mystery of this Crystal Lake
Nothing But Players in the shit, stand up, ho, so you can shake
Playaa Mon be out at 5, a mystery of the Crystal Lake

[Verse 1 (Lil Grimm)]:
"Rah!" I scared ya, I'm off the scene for too damn long
Took a treat from misery, guns we'll scramble, big, black tones
Look into my eyes, look into my eyes, what do you see?
Could this be a dream? (dream?) Demons tryna capture me
Graveyard, that's my side, please don't let it spook you though
Cross my eyes and cock it back, pow, pow, hit the flo'
Ain't no crazy, evil nigga, but thе reaper got my back
Lost me childhood in thе early days, I want it back
Dead and gone, time flying, 19, made my thoughts get bold
Look into the sky, I'm cold, God can't be dead and so
Made my pretty smile, fool, yeah nigga, play it cool
If you make another move, then your soul, you must lose
Please, mane, don't doubt my clique, it was big, now it's thick
Mon got the pistol grip, Nothing But Players in this shit

[Hook]:
Nothing But Players in this shit, stand up, bitch, so you can shake
Lil Grimm out at 5, another mystery of this Crystal Lake
Nothing But Players in this shit, stand up, ho, so you can shake
Playaa Mon out at 5, a mystery of the Crystal Lake

[Verse 2 (Playaa Mon)]:
Before a player hit the do', I gotta mack a dirty ho
No time for conversation when the M-O-N be full of blow
What'cha wanna do my nig'? Fuck around and split yo' wig
That's what you get, you sorry bitch, you think you Mr. Big?
Digging haters' fucking graves, Westwood killa, so amazed
A bitch'll never turn the page, so I grab my fucking gauge
Days turning into nights, haters starting petty fights
Looking for my left, meet yo' death, I swamp with my right
I might let you see the sun, ho, my name is Playaa Mon
Pimping, never slipping while my bitches got you niggas sprung
Young and dumb, full of crunk, where my cheese, ho, you get none
'Cause you see the P-L-A-Y-double A is not the one
Two niggas talking shit
Three bullets in my clip
Four, them haters on my dick
Five, I grab my pistol grip
Six seconds on the clock
Seven meaning bloody spots
Eight, i hope you called the cops
Nine millimeter, your body drop

[Hook]:
Nothing But Players in this shit, stand up, bitch, so you can shake
Lil Grimm out at 5, another mystery of this Crystal Lake
Nothing But Players in this shit, stand up, ho, so you can shake
Playaa Mon out at 5, a mystery of the Crystal Lake