Gunplay (feat. JEE)

Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay (boo-boo-bow) My bitch pretty she belong up on a runway (she bad) Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay (boop-boop-boop-boop) Caught you slippin' now yo ass died on a Sunday (brrrt) Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay (gunplay gunplay) My bitch pretty she belong up on a runway (she bad) Gunplay Gunplay (aye) Gunplay Gunplay (aye) Gunplay Gunplay (brrr, brrr) Caught you slippin' now yo ass died on a Sunday (brrr, brrrt) Heard yo mama cried at church (she out there prayin') 'Cause her son died and it hurts (oh yes it do) Preacher gave her a few words (oh bless her soul) Too bad my bullets hit you first, ahh (boo-boo-boo) You was never 'bout that gunplay When I pull up yo ass run 'way (he spooked) Catch you at the church where the nuns pray Or your granny crib where ya moms lay Or at the school where yo son play While you pick him up on a Monday Knew I'd catch ya ass slippin' one day You catch the seven six two gun spray (brrt, brrt) Sucker from the gate punch you in the face Want retaliate? Pack guns at your wake Vest bullet and stab proof, pulling a fast move Fully'll gas you, bully and thats true (bop-bop-bop) Pull it and blast you, watch it on Worldstar Got cement shoes put you down where the pearls are Turned to a tattoo, IP on your girls arm (brrt) And patna tagged you up on some mural art Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay (boo-boo-bow) My bitch pretty she belong up on a runway (she bad) Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay (boop-boop-boop-boop) Caught you slippin' now yo ass died on a Sunday (brrrt) Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay (gunplay gunplay) My bitch pretty she belong up on a runway (she bad) Gunplay Gunplay (aye) Gunplay Gunplay (aye) Gunplay Gunplay (brrr, brrr) Caught you slippin' now yo ass died on a Sunday (brrr, brrrt) If I want it I'ma get it (want it I'ma get it) Long range that'll hit 'em (range that'll hit 'em) Lil' nigga sendin' missles (yah) Annihilate the competition (yah) If you die I won't miss you (wont miss you, huh) I was just up on them pots Money I had it all up in my socks I ain't do pop ups or drop offs but I had them niggas Run down on yo block (niggas run down on yo block) Hot shit you know that we come with it (come with it) Bitches they act like the done with us Mobby they won't tote no guns with us (nope) Bet you they don't wan't no smoke with us If he go wrong then I'm done with bruh Load up the cannon and smoke him up (yah) Catchin' them bodies like Pokemon (huh-huh-huh!) I am the master like Obie Wan Niggas they talk about money but I had to fuck up my city (fuck up my city) In a different zone man I'm all alone My family out to get me (out to get me) Everything peaches and cream It ain't what it seem 'til I load up that Semi and fuck up some dreams, pull up in that Bentley all black everything, nigga (everything, nigga) Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay (boo-boo-bow) My bitch pretty she belong up on a runway (she bad) Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay (boop-boop-boop-boop) Caught you slippin' now yo ass died on a Sunday (brrrt) Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay (gunplay gunplay) My bitch pretty she belong up on a runway (she bad) Gunplay Gunplay (aye) Gunplay Gunplay (aye) Gunplay Gunplay (brrr, brrr) Caught you slippin' now yo ass died on a Sunday (brrr, brrrt)