Gunplay

Lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Run with me or run from me If worse come to worst, it's only gon' be gunplay Feel me, nigga? (It's so incredible) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I'm sittin' at the table, countin' my money Ain't where I wanna be, but I got a few hundred Lot of talk on the street like a nigga crossin' me Well, it's somethin' I gotta see Is it how my chain swing? Tired of my face? Tellin' lies gettin' niggas' wives tied up and raped Similar to the mob, deeper than the rap All you niggas gettin' robbed, all the cell phones tapped (Damn) Bullet in my head, bullet in my chest Yeah, they want a nigga dead, they envy my success To be loved, to be loved Oh, what a feelin', hundred rounds in the drum Niggas gettin' whacked, no sympathy for the soft Niggas snitchin', I know bitches who clippin' your dick off I'm a boss, champagne with the steak Pink rosé Jason, Ace by the case Brisco line two, young nigga, what it do? He got a pretty shone and he wanna bring her through That's love, we go back to the Blue House And if she bad enough, may take her to the new house (Boss) My Maserati be the new body Got your girl panties wetter than a pool party (Nigga) I got her sleepin' in the king size Last night I had that bitch sittin' ringside [Chorus: Gunplay] You wanna go that route? Go there I been on this road before (Uh-huh) I know gunplay, you know gunplay (Yeah) Shootin' for the win, but ready for the loss (For the loss) Both lives on the tip of my finger Yellin' 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 dyin' [Verse 2: Rick Ross] My niggas so street, my Swishers so sweet All this money on the table, how a nigga gon' sleep? Speculation of my deal, it was over ten mill' Blowin' herb, chauffeur must've hope I didn't feel Beat the case like Gotti, we the trill Murder Inc I race, slip and slide, they arraign me in the mink Look Ted in the eye, it's the end of the road And the birth of Maybach mean I'm gettin' more dough (Yeah!) Smellin' Christian Dior, I used to be poor When you cross Florida line, boy, I'm your leader (Yeah) Boobie Boys still (Still), Boobie Boys real You can name a lot of lames that the Boobie Boys killed Brisco line two, young nigga, what it do? Say he got a couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through That's love, we go back to the Blue House And if he brought enough, I may buy me a new house [Chorus: Gunplay] You wanna go that route? Go there I been on this road before (Uh-huh) I know gunplay, you know gunplay (Yeah) Shootin' for the win, but ready for the loss (For the loss) Both lives on the tip of my finger Yellin' 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 dyin' [Verse 3: Gunplay] Gettin' how I'm livin' it Damn near dyin' for every digit I get, fuck they know 'bout that? Ain't never put shit on the line Just shit in they rhymes, I shoot a nigga shittin' around These internet niggas, these ain't a threat niggas Never seen a laptop in the projects nigga Just powder cut with Comet Fuck them comments, convicts ain't buyin' it If they ain't coppin' or fryin' it Don't get a nigga fired up behind some fuck shit My nigga, then what then? Who that behind the curtain? I'll murk 'em Wizard-of-Oz-ass niggas, hidin' behind money Hidin' behind luxury Shootin' up all that fuck shit, it's getting ugly Got Torch on the line, said he got a couple nines Told him grab two, bring 'em on through [Chorus: Gunplay] You wanna go that route? Go there I been on this road before (Uh-huh) I know gunplay, you know gunplay (Yeah) Shootin' for the win, but ready for the loss (For the loss) Both lives on the tip of my finger Yellin' 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 dyin'