Gunplay

[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'