Music Video
J Hus - Playing Sports (AUDIO) | @jhus
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
J Hus
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Momodou Jallow
Composer
Jonathan Mensah
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JAE5
Producer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mixing Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Skinny ****, haffi mashing some work
They be talking like say the machine don't work
Like we never bang it in traffic you know
Man are moving erratic you know
Then abandon the car
We just playing sports, sports, sports, sports
We outside
We just playing sports, sports, sports, sports
[Verse 2]
She asked my what I do I say I play for the Gunners
Pray for my brothers cause they staged in the gutters
Face looking butters
Man I stage with the shutters
We will stay in the rubbers
Ain't no place for you suckers
They don't understand me so they really can't stand me
Posted on the block till the feds came and banned me
I took a little L
Now these **** think they run shit
When we had your brothers running I guess it runs in your family
Macdees drive through
10 pound chopper
I'm a bait face, I'll still tun up on your hotspot
In my moose knuckles got me feeling like a hotshot
I turn the Hilton Hotel into a hotbox
Only rapper in m team
I can't do no cyphers
All I know is trappers, bangers and a couple of lifters
Five jibs on a Pinky and it's looking iceless
Just to see the look on your face, that shit is priceless
[Verse 3]
Skinny ****, haffi mashing some work
They be talking like say the machine don't work
Like we never bang it in traffic you know
Man are moving erratic you know
Then abandon the car
We just playing sports, sports, sports, sports
We outside
We just playing sports, sports, sports, sports
[Verse 4]
Come against me you'll live a life of regret
I'm the kinda guy to even show your wifey respect
And you know she's so friendly so we kinda connect
See when I'm outside her crib, you know that wifi connects
Got me leaning on some older **** from a different era
Big man like you making school boy errors
I know 16 fellas, I can never be one
Made 16 jealous, you're the 17th one
If they don't want to see me
I'll bring the mountain to Muhammad
Now it's boy them on the scene
Now they're running up the damage
Mumsy still calls my her pride and joy
She knows I'm no good, she said boys will be boys
Make cheddar, fuck a next bredda they got a vendetta
No profit, no budget, them **** hold grudges
Cash earner, what murder he's talking burner burner
Oh stop it why pop it **** you won't pop it
[Verse 5]
Skinny ****, haffi mashing some work
They be talking like say the machine don't work
Like we never bang it in traffic you know
Man are moving erratic you know
Then abandon the car
We just playing sports, sports, sports, sports
We outside
We just playing sports, sports, sports, sports
[Verse 6]
She asked my what I do I say I play for the Gunners
Pray for my brothers cause they staged in the gutters
Face looking butters
Man I stage with the shutters
We will stay in the rubbers
Ain't no place for you suckers
She asked my what I do I say I play for the Gunners
Pray for my brothers cause they staged in the gutters
Face looking butters
Man I stage with the shutters
We will stay in the rubbers
Ain't no place for you suckers
Written by: Jonathan Mensah, Momodou Jallow
