Gunplay

I'm sittin' at the table countin' my money

Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds

A lot of talk on the streets like a nigga crossin' me

Well that's somethin' I gotta see

Is it how my chain swings, tired of ma face

Tellin' lies getting niggas wives tied up and raped

Similar to tha mob deeper than a rap

All you niggas gettin' robbed all the cellphones tapped

Bullet in my head, bullet in my chest

Yea they want a nigga dead

They envy my success

To be loved, to be loved

Oh what a feelin' hundred rounds in tha drum

Niggas gettin' wacked no sympathy for the soft

Niggas snitchin' I know bitches who clippin' your dick off

I'm a boss champagne with the steak

Pink rose jay sittin' ace by tha case

Brisco line to young nigga what it do

He gotta pretty shone and he wanna bring her through, that's love

We go bac to tha blue house and if she bad enough may take her to tha new house

My Maserati be tha new body

Got your girl panties wetter than a pool party

I got her sleepin' in the king size

Last night I had tha bitch sittin ring side

You wanna go that route

Go there

I been on this road before (uh huh)

I know gun play, you know gun play (yea)

I'm shootin' for tha win but ready for tha loss

Both bags on the tip on my finger yelling bring it

I'm swingin' that iron (that Iron) when I'm swingin' that iron (that iron)

Ain't thinkin' bout time, ain't thinkin' bout mine, ain't thinkin' bout dying

My nigga so street

My swisha so sweet

All this money on the table

How a nigga gon sleep

Speculations on my deal

It was over ten mil

Blowin' herb chauffeur plus home in new zeal

Beat the case like gotti

We the trill murder ink

I erased slip and slide

They rainy in the mink

Look dead in her eye

Its tha end of the road

In the purple maybach means that I'm gettin' more dough

Smell the Cristian Dior

I used to be poor

When you cross Florida lines boy I'm your leor

Boobi boys steal

Boobi boys real

You can name alot of lames that the boobi boys killed

Brisco line to young nigga what it do

Said he gotta couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through

That's love

We go back to tha blue house

And if he brought enough I may buy me a new house

You wanna go that route

Go there

I been on this road before (uh huh)

I know gun play, you know gun play (yea)

Shootin' for tha win but ready for tha loss

Both bags on the tip on my finger yelling bring it

I'm swingin' that iron (that Iron) I'm swingin' that iron (that iron)

Ain't thinkin' bout time, ain't thinkin' bout mine ain't thinkin' bout dying

Nigga how I'm living

Damn near dying

For every digit I get

Fuck they know bout that

I ain't never put shit on the line

Jus' shit in they rhyme

I shoot a nigga shit on a rhyme

Wanna bet nigga, you ain't a threat nigga

Never seen a laptop in tha projects nigga

Just powder, cut with comet, fuck them comics

Convicts and buyin' it

If they ain't coppin' or fryin' it

Then don't get a nigga fired up behind sum fuck shyt ma nigga don't want this

Who that, who that behind the curtain I'll merk 'em

Wizard of oz niggas, hiding behind money

Hiding behind luxury

I see em shootin' up all that fuck shit

Its gettin' ugly

Got torch on the line said he got a couple nuns I tol' him grab to koo'

Bring em on through.

You wanna go that route

Been on this road before (uh huh)

I know gun play, you know gun play (yea)

Shootin' for tha win but ready for tha loss

Both bags on the tip on my finger yelling bring it

I'm swingin' that iron (that Iron) I'm swingin' that iron (that iron)

Ain't thinkin' bout time, ain't thinkin' bout mine ain't thinkin' bout dying