Gunplay (Explicit) - Rick Ross/Gunplay

Written by：Lenny MollingsWilliam RobertsRichard MoralesJohnny MollingsMaurice CarpenterLeigh Elliott

Run with me or run from me

The worse come to worst

It's only gonna be gunplay

Feel me ni**a

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 ni**a crossin' me

Well it's somethin' I gotta see

Is it how 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

Bullet in my head bullet in my chest

Yeah they want a ni**a dead they envy my success

To be loved to be loved

Oh what a feelin' 100 rounds in the drum

Niggas gettin' whacked no sympathy for the soft

Niggas snitchin' I know b**ches who clippin' you dick off

I'm a boss champagne with the steak

Pink rosay Jason ace by the case

Crisco line 2 young ni**a 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

My Maserati be the new body

Got ya girls panties wetter than a pool party ni**a

I got her sleepin' in the king size

Last night I had that b**ch sittin' ringside

You wanna go that route

I been on this road before

I know gunplay you know gunplay

Shootin' for the win but ready for the loss

Both lines on the tip of my finger

Yellin' bring it I'm swingin' that iron

When I'm swingin' that iron

Ain't thinking 'bout time

Ain't thinking 'bout mine

Ain't thinking 'bout dyin'

My niggas so street my swishers so sweet

All this money on the table how a ni**a gon' sleep

Speculation of my deal it was over 10 mil

Blowin' herb chauffeur plus a home didn't feel

Beat the case like gotti we the trill murder inc

I race slip 'n 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

Smellin' christian Dior I used to be poor

When ya cross Florida line boy I'm your leader

Booby boys still booby boys real

You can name a lot of lames that the booby boys killed

Crisco line 2 young ni**a 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

You wanna go that route

I been on this road before

I know gunplay you know gunplay

Shootin' for the win but ready for the loss

Both lines on the tip of my finger

Yellin' bring it I'm swingin' that iron

When I'm swingin' that iron

Ain't thinking 'bout time

Ain't thinking 'bout mine

Ain't thinking 'bout dyin'

Gettin' how I'm livin' it

Damn near dyin' for every digit I get

F**k they know 'bout that

I ain't never put sh*t on the line just sh*t in they rhymes

I shoot a ni**a shittin' around

These internet niggas these ain't a threat niggas

Never seen a laptop in the projects ni**a

Just powder cut with comet

F**k them comets convicts ain't buyin' it

If they ain't coppin' or fryin' it

Don't get a ni**a fired up behind some f**k sh*t

My ni**a then what then

Who that behind the curtain I'll murk 'em

Wizard of oz a** niggas

Hidin' behind money hidin' behind luxury

Shootin' up all that f**k sh*t

It's getting ugly

Got torch on the line says he got a couple 9's

Told him grab 2 bring 'em on through

You wanna go that route

I been on this road before

I know gunplay you know gunplay

Shootin' for the win but ready for the loss

Both lines on the tip of my finger

Yellin' bring it I'm swingin' that iron

When I'm swingin' that iron

Ain't thinking 'bout time

Ain't thinking 'bout mine

Ain't thinking 'bout dyin'