Testo Gun Play - Smitty feat. DJ Khaled
Testo della canzone Gun Play (Smitty feat. DJ Khaled), tratta dall'album Homecoming - I'm Back - The Mixtape Vol. 1
Welcome to the best of the get rich show
Episode one, how to get this dough
House full of coke, choppin' that coke up
Residue strong, damn near 'bout to choke up
Mac on the sofa, porch full of smokers
Know about snow though, young Al Roker
Money on my mind so I'm focused
Hang up the phone, later on hit strokers
Two new boots and now I'm done with the sellin'
Like the whole scene just reminded me of Belly
Brand new clip, brand new vest
Blue 2A I ain't even wear yet
Equipped with ammo that the feds can't get
And Metro Dade can't stand that shit
It's like, look I ain't playin' this shit
Born in the gutter so I am this shit
Better throw it up when they playin' this shit
If you won't, then you don't understand this shit
Yeah, down south we don't play fair
Chrome lip dubs on the new CL
Pimp got a ship from the ATL
The guns that'll rip through your ACL
The black .38 just copped retail
Bullets in the barrel size of a seashell
Now when I come to your hood, y'all throw me a strap
When you come to my hood, I'll throw you a sack
If you tryna stop mine, fuck nigga we can get it
'Cause the shit don't stop 'til I get a mil' ticket
Now when I come to your hood, y'all throw me a pack
When you come to my hood, I'll throw you a stack
If you tryna stop mine, fuck nigga we can get it
'Cause the shit don't stop 'til I get a mil' ticket
I be goddamned, in it for a mil' ticket
They don't know it's like that, where the real niggas hang at
C-Murder in my deck so I bang that
Get rich, ain't shit that could change that
Hands up, wanna fight, nigga say that
Nowadays, they'll put it right where your brain at
Bust up your room, split apart the room
Hit it live with the .45 ragin' bull
Now you're laid on the front page article
Another body on the block, now that's hard to move
I can't lie, the ave try hard to fool
The gameplay same way Vince Carter do
You a part of me, I'm a part of you
So let's add to the pot, work harder fool
I'm a winner, nigga I was born to prove
On the grind, that's why I shine more than you
Now when I come to your hood, y'all throw me a strap
When you come to my hood, I'll throw you a sack
If you tryna stop mine, fuck nigga we can get it
'Cause the shit don't stop 'til I get a mil' ticket
Now when I come to your hood, y'all throw me a pack
When you come to my hood, I'll throw you a stack
If you tryna stop mine, fuck nigga we can get it
'Cause the shit don't stop 'til I get a mil' ticket
Credits
Writer(s): William Leonard Roberts, Leonardo V. Mollings, Leigh Vincent Elliott, Richard Armando Morales, Johnny David Mollings, Maurice Jammal Carpenter
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