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 nigga crossin´ me Well, that´s somethin´ I gotta see
Is it how my chain swings? Tired of ma face Tellin´ lies, getting niggas wives tied up and raped Similar to da mob, deeper than a rap All you niggas gettin´ robbed, all the cell phones tapped
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 da drum
Niggas gettin whacked, no sympathy for the soft Niggas snitchin´, I know bitches who clippin´ your dick off I´ma boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin´ ace by da case
Brisco line, 2 young niggas, 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 bitch 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)
My nigga so street, my swisha so sweet All this money on the table, how a nigga 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 nigga, 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)
Nigga how I´m livin´, damn near dying For every digit I get, fuck they know ´bout that I aint never put shit on the line, just shit in they rhyme I shoot a nigga shit on a rhyme
Wanna bet nigga, you ain´t a threat nigga Never seen a laptop in da projects nigga Just powder, cut with comet, fuck them comics Convicts and buyin´ it, if they ain´t coppin´ or fryin´ it
Then don´t get a nigga fired up behind sum Fuck shit, ma nigga don´t want this Who dat, who dat behind the curtain I´ll merk ´em, wizard of oz niggas
Hiding behind money, hiding behind luxury
I see ´em shootin´ up all that fuck shit 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)