Play Around (Remix)

[Hook: Billionaire Black] Catch a opp, whack a opp, nigga man down Have my niggas bring them poles through and lay 'em down Shit, grab them choppers, spray the whole crowd My niggas with the shits, we don't play around [Verse 1: Billionaire Black] Team no lackin', bitch I keep a cannon Chopper with a knife, the clip look like bananas Catch a opp, we gon' let him have it No face, no case - like Meek Mill, don't fuckin' panic I'm getin' head by this thotiana And when I get signed, I bet I fuck Rihanna We move keys like a damn piano My niggas shoot shit and they ain't using fuckin' cameras I keep a tool, don't get screwed up Fresh to death, bitch we Trued up Yeah your bitch she going, yeah she choose us Try us if you wanna, I'mma let a tool bust [Verse 2: Lil' Jay] Catch a opp, whack a opp, watch his body hit the flo' Blow a nigga brains out, I saw everything he know Fuck "normal" spelled backwards, R.I.P. to Chief Jojo Hold that chopper like guitar, bitch you know we trained to blow And I stay strapped up with that Glock and shit Fuck the opps and whoever you rocking with Try me, I'm throwin' bullets just like Michael Vick My niggas shootin' shit just like Stojakovic Yeah, and I stay bustin' off these fuckin' mollies Me and Rico in the steamer, finna catch a body Yeah, my niggas shootin' shit just like a camera And we get out them jams with the police scanners [Hook] [Verse 3: Swagg] Catch a opp, whack a opp, probably fuck his bitch Brand new crib, fuck the kids, got another whip Benefit, get that check, permanent lick I give no shit, I'm insane, boy we do this shit Hella Glocks, hella chops, don't you set trip 30 shots for a opp, bags on stretchers Take a nigga for his ties and his necklace Throw an L on my shit, that's a negative (die L's) Dummy, unless that shit's for Tookaville Smoking dope on the trey, in the field is real Call my phone, she on my dick, say I got sex appeal All these hoes they be choosing like a lotto deal [Verse 4: P.Rico] Catch a opp, whack a opp, nigga man down Red tape, yellow tape, ambulance sounds Shit, add his ass to the body count For Jojo we go crazy, we don't play around Pop a molly, out my body, I'mma spaz out Hit the mall with the guys, we gon' cash out Hit the club, Adrianna's, bitches pass out Doing hits, hit the gas, (skerrt!) smash out Yeah, my niggas they be drummin' Bitch we F.T.O cause they be runnin' And you can hear us when we comin' And them guns be super loud like it's thunderin' [Hook]