“Players Club ’25” Lyrics by Night Skinny is a latest Italian song in the voice of Night Skinny. Its music too is composed by singer while brand new “Players Club ’25” song lyrics are also written by Night Skinny. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America. Yeah, that’s a solid summary! It really captures the energy and vibe of the track. If you wanna tweak it a bit for a more laid-back, conversational feel, you could go with something like:
“Players Club ’25” by Night Skinny is all about showing off that raw street life, wild experiences, and the constant chase for money and status. It jumps between drug talk, flexing fame, and real-life struggles, with a lot of bold lines and wild metaphors. The song feels like a chaotic but confident anthem for living fast, staying sharp, and never forgetting where you came from.
Players Club ’25 Lyrics
[Intro: Glocky]
Ah
[Strofa 1: Glocky]
Tu sei un Mr. Bean, io Mr. Prendo I soldi (Eheheh)
Super Saiyan, divento Goku con questi fagioli (On God)
Non ci sono sfere del drago per I tuoi amici morti (They dead)
Scarrella un ferro all’aria perché è arrivato Glocky (Trr, trr)
Scarrello un ferro all’aria perché la mia vita è troia (Brr, brr)
Posso scopare una tiktoker solo per farmi la promo (È vero, yeah)
Oggi ho una famiglia, non ho ancora fatto una figlia
Sono il vero John Travolta
Ordino Coca alla vaniglia e fiorentina (On God)
Vedo tutto viola, non gioco alla Fiorentina (Uoh)
Schianto una supercar, tanto non è la mia (Skrrt off)
Mio fratello ha detto che quella è solo invidia
Sono ricco dal Percocet, ho una faccia carina
[Strofa 2: RRARI DAL TACCO]
Dammi I soldi e dopo vai a fanculo
Non fatturo, mi piace averli in mano
Un rotolone, non per pulirmi il culo
Consumo assai come un drogato o un G-Wagon
Butto la pasta, cento grammi di Gragnano
Ho visto tossici tirarsi il muro appena grattato
Non lo faccio per moda, ma perché sappiamo farlo
La scopo su un divano firmato, la cazzo su un tavolo in marmo
Profondo Sud, faccio cose
Finché non sorge il sole, prodotto per colazione
Ho una cotta per Benjamin, ma non sono ricchione
Questa è la mia merda, guadagno come un dottore
[Strofa 3: Promessa]
Quando mi ha scritto Skinny, avevo un chilo nel borsello
Ho detto: “Bella, se mi arrestano, scrivo la strofa in cella”
Ho cambiato strada, ora sono io il cartello
Presto tiro fuori da un magazzino un fratello
In quel bar la pazienza del china è senza senso
Trenta pazzi dentro, ci conto trenta denti
Mamma diceva: “Non passarci”, poi: “Non starci troppo”
Io son passato da spacciarci a fare foto
Sapevo che non dovevo studiare
Sapevo che Dio ha un piano per farmi tre piani in casa
Non appoggio il cazzo in disco, non sono un disabile
Beccami in Bicocca a festeggiare un Capodanno sulle scale
[Strofa 4: Latrelle]
Ho visto lo sbirro (Oh-oh) imboccare sotto casa di un frate’ (Un fra’)
Ci fa un bocchino (Oh-oh), ha già imboscato tutto in sottoscala (Sottoscala)
Sul chilo c’è stampato il nome della squadra (Squad)
Nel bilo’ cruda, cotta, ristorante giappo (No)
Tu vuoi un beat di Skinny, lo zio si sta già schifando (Nah)
Sto fumando come fa un drago
Vola un casco, balli il fandango (Ueh)
È inutile che spiego come arrivo, questi già lo sanno (Oh-oh)
Son stato in cantiere, dopo in studio, sono stato all’angolo
Lei sputa il veleno like Komodo dragon
Mi alzo bestemmiando
Non c’è giorno in cui non ti ho scomodato (Uh-uh)
Pacchi con lo scotch a lato, un fra’ è lo stesso sciamannato
Il conto si sta gonfiando e ce ne stiam sbattendo il cazzo
[Strofa 5: Ele A]
Offro cena alla mia G che è uscita dal rehab, yeah
Io non ho pazienza, lo voglio ASAP come Rihanna (ASAP)
Quaggiù Dio non ci salva, hanno sparato anche al Papa (Tu-tu)
Io vedo I soldi e penso: “Gimme, gimme”, come gli ABBA, yeah
A-B-B-A-B, non li seguo gli schemi
Volo come insulti, di certo non vado a piedi (No, no)
Magia, Pippo e Topolino in casa, ma zero fumetti (Ah)
Non mi fido più della mia testa
Non prendo I funghetti (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah
Mangi I sassi e sei pure scemo (Scemo)
Dici cose ovvie, eppure ti senti Sherlock (Sherlock)
Skinny dice: “Spaccami ‘sto beat”, rispondo: “Certo” (Certo)
Finché non sono rich, vado hard come Benson
[Strofa 6: Sayf]
Fils de pute, dai delivery, influenzando l’industria
Sul calorifero c’era mezza pana che sbuffa (Brr)
La Santa, inciuciando peggio della P2 (Rrah)
Muoio mentre schizzo, enfant prodige sopra le gambe sue
Santissimo come se fossi in tunica
Facendoti sparire come in Prima Repubblica
È rimasta ammaliata, dice la mia minchia è unica (Uah)
Le tocco I punti giusti, sembra che diventa stupida (Huh)
Crack sopra una Zity, la mia city non perdona
Genovarabe, tu non hai mai visto un quarto di quest’oro (Oro)
Io mi ci sciacquo il cazzo con I props e I complimenti
Mangiavo solo pasta in bianco
Devo fare un milione per ogni dente
[Strofa 7: Melons]
Pu*sy boy, gli altri sono pu*sy, ne sono a conoscenza
Mi sono scaccolato e ho trovato la mia concorrenza
Facevo lo chef, stavo sempre sopra la padella
Mezzo milli, nuovo deal, vivevo tra la monnezza
Tra molly, miele e balloons mi sento Winnie the Pooh
La mia testa dentro questa stanza fa “tu-run, tu-run”
In caserma il Canta Tu, qua non passerai mai più
La tua troia si scopa un harraga che c’ha l’HIV
Io ti sbrano la tua vita come un torsolo di mela
B!tch ass, muovo le pedine sopra la scacchiera
Ora sono altolocato, non temo più la pantera
Foglie cadono in autunno, I miei opps in primavera
[Strofa 8: Faneto]
Questi stronzi parlano di soldi, ma non hanno niente
Sono io la merda, tu sei solamente una scoreggia
Geeko sempre, niente social media manager
Il tuo amico mente (What?)
Rappa come un 2007, lei è bianca e io non sono Kany
enerazione Z, la mia troia è intrattabile
Mi serve una trappola entro quest’anno, è matematica
Certificato, no situazioni wack per me, grazie (What?)
Nicole Minetti me lo prende dentro al Ritz-Carlton (Yeah, yeah)
Sono antipatico, sorrido solamente per il guadagno (Mi son rotto il cazzo)
B0mber di Prada, lei sa che sta scopando con il diavolo (Non scherzare)
Soldi su soldi, voglio mettere un T-Max sopra il braccio (Ancora, ancora, ancora)
Tutto nero, circondato dal nero, un Caravaggio, ah
[Outro]
Yo
Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo
Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo
Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo, Ski’, what you cooking up?
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Players Club ’25 Lyrics Meaning
[Strofa 1: Glocky]
Glocky starts off by comparing himself to someone who always gets money, unlike others who seem like clowns. He says when he pops “beans” (probably pills), he powers up like Goku from Dragon Ball Z. There’s no bringing back dead friends, so he shows his pain and rage by flashing a weapon in the air. His life’s crazy and rough, and he embraces it fully. He even admits to using clout from TikTok girls for promo. Despite living fast, he now has a family, though he hasn’t had a kid yet. He sees himself as smooth and iconic, like John Travolta. While enjoying vanilla Coke and steak, he says he’s seeing purple, which could be a drug reference, not about playing for Fiorentina. He wrecks expensive cars without worry because they’re not his. When people hate on him, his brother says it’s just jealousy. He made money from Percocet, and he’s aware of how his looks also play in his favor.
[Strofa 2: RRARI DAL TACCO]
RRARI gets straight to the point—he wants money and doesn’t care about formal stuff like invoices. He likes having cash in hand. The big wad of cash isn’t for wiping anything, it’s just how he rolls. He compares his high consumption to a drug addict or someone driving a luxury SUV. He casually mentions throwing in expensive pasta like it’s nothing. He’s seen heavy drug use firsthand, people scraping walls for a fix. He’s not doing this lifestyle for show—it’s what he knows. He boasts about having s*x on luxury furniture like it’s normal. Coming from the deep South, he’s always moving, grinding till morning. He’s obsessed with Benjamins (money), not romantically, just in a focused, hungry way. This is his thing, and he earns like a doctor without needing a degree.
[Strofa 3: Promessa]
Promessa shares how when Night Skinny reached out to him, he was literally carrying drügs, showing how deep in the game he was. He jokes that even if he got arrested, he’d still write his verse from behind bars. But now things have changed—he’s no longer just part of the system, he *is* the system, like a boss. He hints at helping someone from storage—maybe metaphorically pulling someone out of a hard place. At a local bar, the patience and chaos are wild. It’s full of wild people, and he notices the craziness. His mom warned him about the streets, but he ended up there anyway, moving from drug dealing to posing for pictures, maybe in the spotlight now. He always felt that school wasn’t for him and believed that God had a plan to elevate him, literally with a big house. He doesn’t go wild in clubs just to show off—he’s more real. You’ll find him casually celebrating New Year’s on stairs in Bicocca, staying grounded.
[Strofa 4: Latrelle]
Latrelle paints a messy street scene—he sees a cop sneaking around a friend’s house, probably trying to catch someone. But the stash is already hidden. The drügs even have the gang’s label printed on them, like branding. In his apartment, there’s both raw and cooked drügs—this isn’t a Japanese restaurant, but real street stuff. Someone’s begging for a beat from Skinny, but Latrelle’s already unimpressed. He’s smoking heavy, comparing himself to a dragon, and says helmets are flying while people are dancing—probably chaotic parties or fights. He doesn’t bother explaining his moves because people already know how he rolls. From construction work to recording in the studio, to surviving in street corners, he’s done it all. A woman spits venom like a Komodo dragon—maybe talking trash—but he wakes up swearing, unbothered. He’s moving weight, sending out packages, and his boys are just as wild. His bank account’s blowing up, and honestly, they don’t care about much else.
[Strofa 5: Ele A]
Ele A takes a moment to show some love, treating a girl who just got out of rehab. He admits he’s super impatient—he wants everything right away, like ASAP Rocky or Rihanna. The world’s so messed up, even the Pope gets shot, so there’s no hope from above. He sees money and gets greedy, quoting ABBA’s “Gimme Gimme.” He doesn’t follow traditional patterns—his style is wild and unpredictable. He moves fast, never walking, and says he lives in a house full of Disney references, but none of it’s childish. He doesn’t trust his own thoughts anymore, so he avoids psychedelics. He calls out someone for being dumb and eating rocks, even though they act like Sherlock, thinking they’re smart. When Skinny asks him to kill a beat, he’s ready without hesitation. Until he’s rich, he’s going all in, no holding back—always grinding hard, like Benson (likely a shout to someone who goes hard in their craft).
[Strofa 6: Sayf]
Sayf starts off by trash-talking someone, calling them out while saying he’s changing the game from the inside. There’s coke on the radiator, showing how normal drügs are in his world. He calls out shady behavior, comparing it to political conspiracies. He says he’s wild even in intimate moments, calling himself a young prodigy. Dressed like a saint, he still makes people disappear like old-school political cover-ups. A girl’s obsessed with him, claiming he’s unmatched. He knows how to hit the right spots, making her lose her mind. He’s moving drügs through the city, and there’s no mercy in his streets. He’s from a mix of Genoa and Arab roots, and people haven’t even seen a slice of his wealth. Props and compliments don’t impress him—he uses them to wipe himself metaphorically. He came from humble beginnings, surviving on plain pasta, but now he wants to make a million for every tooth he’s got.
[Strofa 7: Melons]
Melons opens by saying he knows most people are fake and weak—he’s fully aware of it. He jokes that he picked his nose and discovered his only real competition, throwing shade. He used to be a chef, always cooking, now he’s sitting on a half-million deal after living in trashy conditions. Between molly, honey, and party balloons, he feels like a twisted version of Winnie the Pooh. His mind races with chaotic thoughts. He compares being interrogated at the station to singing karaoke—it’s not happening again. He taunts someone, saying their girl is hooking up with a migrant who has HIV, just to shock. He says he can ruin someone’s life easily, like eating an apple core. Now, he’s in control like a chess master. Life has changed—he’s moved up in the world and no longer fears trouble (symbolized by the panther). As seasons change, his enemies fall too, especially in spring.
[Strofa 8: Faneto]
Faneto fires shots at fake people who brag about money but have nothing. He says he’s the real deal, and others are just noise. He’s always geeked out, never needing a social media manager—everything is raw and unfiltered. He calls out someone for lying and having outdated rap styles. He contrasts himself with a white girl, saying he’s not Kanye, but still has bold taste. His girl from Gen Z is wild and hard to handle. He needs a trap house this year, like it’s basic math. He only deals with solid stuff, no fake situations. He throws in a wild line about a controversial public figure doing explicit stuff at a fancy hotel. He admits he’s not friendly, only smiling for money. He’s dressed in Prada, and his girl knows she’s messing with someone dangerous. He’s stacking money and dreams of tattooing a scooter on his arm. He’s surrounded by darkness, like a painting by Caravaggio.
[Outro]
The outro is just a playful, hype vibe—like a warm-up or mic check before a beat drop.
FAQs
Q. Who has sung Players Club ’25 song?
A. Players Club ’25 song is sung by Night Skinny.
Q. Who wrote Players Club ’25 lyrics?
A. Players Club ’25 lyrics are penned by Night Skinny.
Q. Who has given the music of Players Club ’25 song?
A. Players Club ’25 music is composed and produced by Night Skinny.
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