King Lil Jay & Billionaire Black feat. FBG Duck - Gunplay | Текст песни

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• King Lil Jay & Billionaire Black feat. FBG Duck
• Gunplay

[Hook](X4)

Gunplay, Gunplay
Fuck nigga don't want gunplay
Fuck nigga want gunplay, have the fuck nigga dead by sunday

[Billionaire Black]

Gun shots, Gun smoke
Niggas don't want no gunplay
Catch a opp, whack a opp
I let my gun spray,
Caught em lackin', Goofy cap another one way
Sent some shots and we bailed out like andele'
Bitch I'm billion black, I get hella cake
Couple face shots, make the nigga elevate
Off the molly and codeine, that's my medication
I just killed my first rapper
It's a celebration
50 shot clip, bitch it's a homicide
Man I love my niggas, know they down to ride
And you might catch me lackin' one day
But right now I got my pole so who want gunplay

[Hook](X4)

Gunplay, Gunplay
Fuck nigga don't want gunplay
Fuck nigga want gunplay, have the fuck nigga dead by sunday

[FBG Duck]

Gunplay, gunplay
Fuck nigga don't want gunplay
I'm the type to catch you while you tryna take a lunch break
Caught his ass lackin' then punched him up on dat Monday
If I see him Tuesday I'm gone have to let my gun spray
He saw me with his bitch on Wednesday, he had the dumb face
Took her home and fucked her, and I kicked her out on Thursday
She wasn't even pose to spend the night, in the first place
But she had good brain, that bitch left me with the nerd face
Friday I saw him, I was in the truck with one tray
Slid down on him and he didn't have none to say
Saw him on Saturday, I ain't do no talkin'
I let my gun say
All you know is that boy was dead by that Sunday

[Hook](X4)

Gunplay, Gunplay
Fuck nigga don't want gunplay
Fuck nigga want gunplay, have the fuck nigga dead by sunday

[Lil Jay(R.I.P. Lil Jeff)]

We got 44's and Tecs
Do a dog for them cats
I put that string on that ...?, treat that bitch like my pet
IMM we got next, FBG we got now
Free my nigga killa, he just knocked some shit down
I say, all my niggas poppin' shit
Yo niggas the opposite
Its a band to battle for this gun, who you shoppin' with
Put a hunnid up in that AR, who gone top the shit
All my niggas poppin' shit, No fireworks
You get put in the dirt
Everybody ridin' til it's time to ride up in that hearse
Put them guns on you, make a nigga think he got a curse
Boy them guns, we let it Skrrt
Pop out on that nigga, like a baby when they bein' birthed