文本歌词

I'm sittin at the table countin' my money
Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds
A lot of talk on the streets like a n***a crossin' me
Well that's somethin' I gotta see
Is it how my chain swings Tired of ma face
Tellin' lies getting n***as wives tied up and raped
Similar to da mob deeper than a rap
All you n***as gettin' robbed all the cell phones tapped
Bullet in my head bullet in my chest
Yeah they want a n***a dead they envy my success
To be loved to be loved oh what a feelin'
Hundred rounds in da drum
N***as gettin whacked no sympathy for the soft
N***as snitchin' I know b***hes who clippin' your d**k off
I'ma boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by da case
Brisco line 2 young n***as what it do
He gotta 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 da new house
My Maserati be da new body
Got your girl panties wetter than a pool party
I got her sleepin' in the king size
Last night I had tha b***h sittin' ring side
You wanna go that route go there
I been on this road before
Uh huh
I know gunplay you know gunplay
Yeah
I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss
Both bags on the tip on my finger
Yellin' bring it I'm swingin' dat iron
Dat iron
When I'm swingin' dat iron
Dat iron
Ain't thinkin' 'bout time
Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine
Ain't thinkin' bout dying
My n***a so street my swisha so sweet
All this money on the table how a n***a gon' sleep
Speculations on my deal it was over ten mil
Blowin' herb chauffer plus home in New Zeal through
Beat the case like Gotti we the Trill Murder Inc
I erased slip and slide they rainy in the mink
Look dead in her eye it's da end of the road
In the purple Maybach means dat I'm getting' more dough
Smell the Christian Dior I used to be poor
When you cross Florida lines boy I'm your leor
Boobi Boys steal Boobi Boy's real
You can name a lot of lames that the Boobi Boys killed
Brisco line to young n***a what it do
Said he gotta couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through
That's love we go back to da blue house
And if he brought enough I may buy me a new house
You wanna go that route go there
I been on this road before
Uh huh
I know gunplay you know gunplay
Yeah
I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss
Both bags on the tip on my finger
Yellin' bring it I'm swingin' dat iron
Dat iron
When I'm swingin' dat iron
Dat iron
Ain't thinkin' 'bout time
Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine
Ain't thinkin' bout dying
N***a how I'm livin' d**n near dying
For every digit I get f**k they know 'bout that
I ain't never put s**t on the line just s**t in they rhyme
I shoot a n***a s**t on a rhyme
Wanna bet n***a you ain't a threat n***a
Never seen a laptop in da projects n***a
Just powder cut with comet f**k them comics
Convicts and buyin' it if they ain't coppin' or fryin' it
Then don't get a n***a fired up behind sum
F**k s**t ma n***a don't want this
Who dat who dat behind the curtain
I'll merk 'em wizard of oz n***as
Hiding behind money hiding behind luxury
I see 'em shootin' up all that f**k s**t
It's getting' ugly got torch on the line
Said he got a couple nuns I told him
Grab two koo bring 'em on through
You wanna go that route go there
I been on this road before
Uh huh
I know gunplay you know gunplay
Yeah
I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss
Both bags on the tip on my finger
Yellin' bring it I'm swingin' dat iron
Dat iron
When I'm swingin' dat iron
Dat iron
Ain't thinkin' 'bout time
Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine
Ain't thinkin' bout dying