[Verse 1: Skribz]
Late nights (yeah), great lights (yeah)
I was on the phone 'til the daylight (brr)
I was on the phone to the bae like (bae like)
I was gonna zone with a bae like (madting)
I was on the phone to my girl with a next girl
I was gonna bone on the same night
I was with a next girl whilst my ex girl's tryna phone me
I'm owning the same hype

[Chorus: Jordy]
But players fuck up (facts)
Players fuck up, players fuck up
Yeah
But players fuck up (facts)
Players fuck up, players fuck up
Skits

[Verse 2: Skits]
Late night studio sesh
Doing up graveyard, hearse and death
Touch mic, [?] tec
Came through, pattern my verse and [?]
Stroke kitty like Persian pets
Gyally know me, man murder beds
Kickback like herb and rest
Green on fire like burning veg
[Chorus: Jordy & Poet]
Oi Po (Yeah?), players fuck up
Players fuck up, players fuck up
Players fuck up (facts)
Players fuck up, players fuck up

[Verse 3: Poet]
Yeah
Air filled without conversation
With some clean crep but my sole is tainted
And a picture of me at the station
With some Chinese girl, that's a quarter Bajan
Deny the truth, accept the lie
Risk it all or say goodbye
The fuck if you was my daughter
I'll tell you girl spread your wings and fly
Glass of Henny as you chase the truth
But I ain't keen to drink with Ruth
I play to win so if you leave I lose
Loves a spliff and I ain't rating 2s

[Chorus: Jordy]
But players fuck up
Players fuck up, players fuck up
Yeah
But players fuck up
Players fuck up, players fuck up