Gunplay

[Hook](X4) Gunplay, Gunplay Fuck nigga don't want gunplay Fuck nigga want gunplay, have the fuck nigga dead by sunday [Billionaire Black] Gun shots, Gun smoke Niggas don't want no gunplay Catch a opp, whack a opp I let my gun spray, Caught em lackin', Goofy cap another one way Sent some shots and we bailed out like andele' Bitch I'm billion black, I get hella cake Couple face shots, make the nigga elevate Off the molly and codeine, that's my medication I just killed my first robber It's a celebration 50 shot clip, bitch it's a homicide Man I love my niggas, know they down to ride And you might catch me lackin' one day But right now I got my pole so who want gunplay [Hook](X4) Gunplay, Gunplay Fuck nigga don't want gunplay Fuck nigga want gunplay, have the fuck nigga dead by sunday [FBG Duck] Gunplay, gunplay Fuck nigga don't want gunplay I'm the type to catch you while you tryna take a lunch break Caught his ass lackin' then punched him up on dat Monday If I see him Tuesday I'm gone have to let my gun spray He saw me with his bitch on Wednesday, he had the dumb face Took her home and fucked her, and I kicked her out on Thursday She wasn't even pose to spend the night, in the first place But she had good brain, that bitch left me with the nerd face Friday I saw him, I was in the truck with one trey Slid down on him and he didn't have none to say Saw him on Saturday, I ain't do no talkin' I let my gun say All you know is that boy was dead by that Sunday [Hook](X4) Gunplay, Gunplay Fuck nigga don't want gunplay Fuck nigga want gunplay, have the fuck nigga dead by sunday [Lil Jay(R.I.P. Lil Jeff)] We got 44's and Tecs Do a dog for them cats I put that string on that folk folk, treat that bitch like my pet IMM we got next, FBG we got now Free my nigga Killa, he just knocked some shit down I say, all my niggas poppin' shit Yo niggas the opposite Its a band to battle for this gun, who you shoppin' with Put a hunnid up in that AR, who gone top the shit All my niggas poppin' shit, No fireworks You can get put in the dirt Everybody ridin' til it's time to ride up in that hearse Put them guns on you, make a nigga think he got a curse Boy them guns, we let it Skrrt Pop out on that nigga, like a baby when he bein' birthed