Gunplay Be Like Me

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

I just stepped out the car, all they see is the gold

All I’m sellin’ is dope but they think it’s my soul

As I step on the corner, they wanna be like me

Watch how I move, I got degrees on my feet

Shoes on the whip, got the tints on the car

Got the .40 on my hip, bad bitch, I’m not a star

Chopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk

Chopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk

Once a nigga use it then you know you gotta throw it

Snakes in the grass, motherfucker I’mma mow it

Problems, I’ma don, put in all my effort

Spend a couple dollars nigga, blocka-blocka-blocka

Gunnin’ for the throne, yeah boy, you want my crown

Michael Buffet account, Pacquiao, you’re going down

[Bridge: Rick Ross]

Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?

Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?

I’ll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?

Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti

[Hook: Rick Ross]

Step on the block, they wanna be like me

Look at his watch, he wanna be like me

Step on the corner, they wanna be like me

I fear no man, it’s time to move this key

I put my eye to the scope, never missin’ a shot

Shoot for the stars, I’mma rip up your top

Step out the car, all they see is the gold

All I’m sellin’ is dope but they think it’s my soul

[Verse 2: Gunplay]

So who they wanna be like? Me, that’s right, Gunplay

A player that’ll take it to the paint without a pump fake

Comin’ through the janky bitch shootin’ me the fuck face

I ain’t sparin’ bitches round this bitch, ain’t nothin’ safe

You know what I’m bout, I’m bout that motherfuckin’ action

Lock a loose pit out the gate, broke the latches

Got a $1000 blunt, smoke it til there ain’t no ashes

Keep the choppers in my trunk and Bibles on my dashes

Who wanna boot it for me? You don’t wanna do that homie

Cause I got a heater with the motherfuckin’ cooler on it

Leave a nigga icy in the middle of the summer

Middle of that dice game, tryna roll his number

You talking crazy but me and you know

I take it down like I been here before

I go OD like someone tripled the dose

Screechin on me, loaded clip with some dope

[Hook: Rick Ross]

Step on the block, they wanna be like me

Look at his watch, he wanna be like me

Step on the corner, they wanna be like me

I fear no man, it’s time to move this key

I put my eye to the scope, never missin’ a shot

Shoot for the stars, I’mma rip up your top

Step out the car, all they see is the gold

All I’m sellin’ is dope but they think it’s my soul

[Verse 3: Gunplay]

When I step out the ‘Vert bitches jump out they skirt

They know what money look like and what a real nigga worth

Gettin’ money everyday, not just 15th and the 1st

I whip out my dick, hoes quenchin’ they thirst

I be tourin’ with a warrant, spillin’ Bel-Aire when I pour it

Hoes not allowed to speak english in my foreign

You don’t get your issue when you fuckin’ with the don

Logan and the loaded rifle that I’m holdin’ long

They don’t want this pressure, they don’t want this pressure

Six pistols sittin’ by my brick compressor

Dirty as my draws is (bum-bum-bum-bum-bum)

Knockin’ pictures off the walls bitch (hundred in the drum)

Niggas on that Flocka, shootin’ grannies off of rockers

Knockin’ meat up off of tacos like blocka-blocka-blocka

I be whippin’ the rock, you be trippin’ on thots

I jump up out the drop like coke out the pot

[Hook: Rick Ross]

Step on the block, they wanna be like me

Look at his watch, he wanna be like me

Step on the corner, they wanna be like me

I fear no man, it’s time to move this key

I put my eye to the scope, never missin’ a shot

Shoot for the stars, I’mma rip up your top

Step out the car, all they see is the gold

All I’m sellin’ is dope but they think it’s my soul

[Bridge: Rick Ross]

Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?

Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?

I’ll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?

Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti

[Outro: Rick Ross]

Step out the car, all they see is the gold

All I’m sellin’ is dope but they think it’s my soul

But they think it’s my soul

But they think it’s my soul

Gunplay She Twerkin’

[Intro:]

Ells, seven, squells

Squell bells, what the fuck?

Break that bitch purse, man

(Gunplay!)

[Bridge:]

She see me grabbing on my tulip

She told me smack on her booty

She say I got too many hoes

She say I got too many shows

[Hook x2:]

She workin’, she twerkin’

I’m pimpin’, you simpin’

[Verse:]

I’m pimping like I’m [?]

Your’e simping like you should

My face all on my poster

Counting, gripping, gripping wood

Under surveillance, police need a bigger lense ’cause

I bought another rollie, and a bigger Benz

Bitches fuck with me, they know

They gotta break their purse

She choosin’ with the best

‘Cause she’s stressing with the worst

Your’e fucking with the trill

The other niggas just prototypes

Don Logan, [?] might, I don’t even hold a mic

Lame-ass niggas singing songs for these dicksuckers

Same song she playing

While she let another trick fuck her

Time equals money, so ho ya better cock it

Bitch better suck it in my pocket like a rocket

[Bridge]

[Hook x2]

Gunplay Crimnology Freestyle

Back on the streets of Bogota

BOGOTA

Where life is worth 25 cent

BOGOTA

That’s 1 bullet

BOGOTA

Look out

BOGOTA

First of all dog, ye it’s loaded hold on

I could spot a sucker on sonar

Kush bud longer than the chromes are

My real life realer than my songs are

White bitch booty flash slap bronze on

Dj, pogul I’m a trojan

Where my clothes are,

Another mali and I’m out of this sore zone

Lights camera show’s on

No miles on the o dome, no none

Roll guitar blizzard no confront

Smoke some, cote some, snort some

She a good girl but I made her wholesome

Watch a player play rollies on both arms

Watch men inform like vouch on

Mick Dope get you pouch on

Low life get your roach on

I’m a coach y’all

Hold up, hold up, hold up

Hey Jupiter J holla at these niggas

I’m a hero was a kid on skid road

Slee slow, drive by here we go

Push a nigga way back to a year ago

Where the tattoo tear drop where it go

Just look for the blood stain there you go

Where the birds where the parrot go

My revolver’s a merry go

Increasing the odds on your burial

Over a stereo, top dollar emporio cheerios

Yea you a pussy nigga period

Holla bitch ass nigga, call another bitch ass nigga

A bitch ass nigga, silly really though

Rolling with snakes skate with antidotes

So much fish scale sun, the whole banana boat

If one get hit still geronimo

Now who wanna swim down piranha roll

BOGOTA

BOGOTA

BOGOTA

BOGOTA

Gunplay Savages

Leave as it is

When you share air with dealers

And feed the savages

Savages, savages, savages, savages

Leave as it is

When you share air with dealers

And feed the savages

Savages, savages, savages, savages

Savages, automatic

Now that’s damage

At the end of broken antenna

Caught me faggin’ with no bandanas

And I still pull up to the corner store

With a peeled top

Baseheads still ask me if I still cop

Big gun with a little dot

Never been to Arkansas,

But I got a Little Rock

I’ll pull an oak

And slap you with the steel park

Ain’t no one poppin’

If I ain’t poppin’

Left the words and then drop it

You got guns but they ain’t choppers

You got wounds but they ain’t got it

Leave as it is

When you share air with dealers

And feed the savages

Savages, savages, savages, savages

Leave as it is

When you share air with dealers

And feed the savages

Savages, savages, savages, savages

And my mind is a plan to extend and get adequate

‘Til then I’m still enlightened

I’m a rap it

Now I get confused

Niggaz are sick

I’m in a different zone, presidential suits nigga

Their legs get weak

When it’s time to stand up

Leave as it is

When you share air with dealers

And feed the savages

Savages, savages, savages, savages

Leave as it is

When you share air with dealers

And feed the savages

Savages, savages, savages, savages

I look up the definition savage

It means cruel

Regress at the primal state

Savages, savages

Gunplay Banana Clips

[Hook: Gunplay]

Don’t feed the apes [x4]

We got banana clips

Don’t feed the apes [x4]

We got banana clips

I’m going zoo, every time I’m going through [x4]

[Verse 1: Gunplay]

I’m going dummy, I’m going zoo

I’m going rahhhhh

Now, who is who, you can get the ruger too

Ruger straight 151 and the [?]

You Built the [?], break it down and build the [?]

Shoes don’t turn, shits tilts the curb

My shirt was silky when the court read the guilty word

Such a filthy word, back to trying milky word

I’m on my get cake, pie ass nigga

I’m on my big steak, pie ass nigga

All our bitches fish flight, pie ass nigga

All I do is check chase, plane train bicycle

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

AK with that long dick, get yo’ fuckin’ bone pick

I get on my ‘Bron lick, your head get flicked like a coin flip

I come through with them twin Glocks

And kill you and the nigga you was born with’

Bitch I’m still the best rapper, I got bars like phone strength

I get my weed from so and so, I get my guns from such and such

And all my homies got that weight, all them niggas muscle punks

Fuck y’all niggas I’m way too strong, gettin’ to the bread like Grey Poupon

Open this gun up like a book, damn Lil Tune, what page you on?

Early bird gets the worm, early dog gets the bird

High as fuck, vision blurred, unisex bullets, his or hers

You pussy cat, you hiss, you purr

Me, I go ape shit, on my skate shit, nigga TrukFit!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Gunplay]

I’m going ape shit

Spend a Benz on they shift

I’m short stopping shit on they shift

On they turf, footprints on they dirt

Taking all they money, I know they hurt

Champagne, Steak pot

Tattooed the shirt under my tank top

My lane lock, my chain rock

Won’t move a muscle, baby set the bank vault

Bitch I whip gang, Bitch I get bands

You trying to break me bitch, slim chance

My speaker beating, my shoes kick ass

Down the beating and game over for you Riff-Raffs

[Hook]

Gunplay The Hard Way

[Hook:]

They not knowin’ (they not) [x3]

They finna learn shit the hard way

They don’t know nothin’ (they don’t) [x3]

They finna learn shit the hard way

[Verse:]

Big chain my neck hurt Big watch my wrist hurt

Hoes gone went bizzurk a walking blizzard

Beef is just dessert my work never scissored

My shit be white whiter than a grand wizard

My position went from petty to big fete already

Rapin’ that white lady golden girl white betty

Ain’t steppin’ on that ho don’t wanna get that white dirty

G-A-N-G-S-T-A and that’s for certain

I got me a conan? 2 G’s for 2000 throwbacks

Got money power fame now where the hoes at?

She tryna ride but she askin’ where the does at?

I see ya tryna get money this is where the most at

Get high compulsive can’t keep my composure

Tattoos on my osa heart blacker than vulture?

I just wanna fuck that’s what my hoes for

I am a shock to the whole human culture

I run the asphalt here come the bath-salt

Cut the B.S. with a gindogen hacksaw

2LM jack boy fuck all that rap talk

I leave yo whip with one wheel like a catwalk

Nigga? what my name is that’s why I came here

And I came with a heron hurricane here

Short stop no prob won’t ask if I could slang here

We toastin’ votes in I’m a do my thang here

This kid from skid row dirty hat brim low

Lookin’ like criminal chief like seminal

If they don’t let them know I brung extra extendos

My charges used to let the public defend those

Comprendo compadre middle finger in ya madre

While I pull a benz up to the guard gate

Broad day off safety in ya hallway

I guess they gotta learn shit the hard way

[Hook:]

They not knowin’ (they not) [x3]

They finna learn shit the hard way

They don’t know nothin’ (they don’t) [x3]

They finna learn shit the hard way

Gunplay Cocaina

[Intro:]

If you don’t fuck with Evil Empire

Well then you’re just a bitch ass trick

Cocaine’s a hell of a drug

[Bridge:]

Gimme a…

Blazer, blay ay now

Gimme a…

Blazer, blay ay now

Gimme a…

Blazer, I’m tryna cut er

She say she from Madison, I’m tryna cut er

She say she from Madison, I’m tryna cut er

She say she from Madison, I’m tryna cut er

[Hook:]

Cocaina, que linda

Just watch that pretty girl rock

Cocaina, que linda

Just watch that pretty girl rock

Cocaina, que linda

Just watch that pretty girl rock

(She say she from Madison)

Cocaina, que linda

Just watch that pretty girl rock

(She say she from Madison)

[Verse 1:]

Columbia, my regime

Bogota, you ain’t said a thing

Italy, the bodies

The alley, the violence

The beauty, the bithces

The trenches, the henchmen’s

The glory, the vengeance

The 8 story house without fences

[Hook:]

Cocaina, que linda

Just watch that pretty girl rock

Cocaina, que linda

Just watch that pretty girl rock

Cocaina, que linda

Just watch that pretty girl rock

(She say she from Madison)

Cocaina, que linda

Just watch that pretty girl rock

(She say she from Madison)

[Verse 2:]

Pablo, Grizelda

Cold world, no shelter

The barrios, the poverty

This shit you see on TV – comedy

The culture, the cartel

The vultures, the pal betters

The crooked police, they won’t bail

And the baddest of the baddest bitch is on sale

[Hook:]

Cocaina, que linda

Just watch that pretty girl rock

Cocaina, que linda

Just watch that pretty girl rock

Cocaina, que linda

Just watch that pretty girl rock

(She say she from Madison)

Cocaina, que linda

Just watch that pretty girl rock

(She say she from Madison)

Gunplay Low Life

I don’t ride no more

Steal a ride, I pack a 2

Ski a slow, act a fool

I’m a murker ghoul

You don’t want my true circle dude

And these killers gonna do what they think they do

Everything I say so goddamn low life

Every song I play so goddamn low life

Hard class steel, such a goddamn low life

Pride, cash deals, such a goddamn low life

Low life, low life

Low life my whole life

Low life, low life

Low life my whole life

Human methadone now leave me the F alone

Human methadone now leave me the F alone

Human methadone now leave me the F alone

I take your bitch and F her dome

It’s me they wishin’ death upon

Human methadone now leave me the F alone

I take your bitch and F her dome

It’s me they wishin’ death upon

F ’em all, safety on the F-in off

Call the trauma truck I’m a check his pulse

Swing back, Ridge Mars, search and destroy

All I have in this world is a pistol passport

Now I throw my dues up in the two thousand new some

Rainin’ cats and dogs but I don’t want the roof up

Get your ishy here I got deuce

You disappear like bishop Pierce, I do not choose

My angle obtuse, Triple C my family tree

I ain’t roots, I ain’t see, I ain’t do

Everything I say so goddamn low life

Every song I play so goddamn low life

Hard class steel, such a goddamn low life

Pride, cash deals, such a goddamn low life

Low life, low life

Low life my whole life

Low life, low life

Low life my whole life

I just shot and been shot at, rob robbers, boss bosses ’round

Hoes in needs, reel the fortune stack

Low life, wouldn’t trust the neither

Pedigree amphetamine feel, pills ’round the reefer

Have these niggers’ women, never bought dollars

We just wait for you again, now we all got ’em

All papers chief, this PO makes me sick

Another test stress, fuck it, use the paper pins

Low life, been ply

Party harder than that day they murdered Bin Laden

Black and yellow chains, black and yellow fit

When I throw co legal wait before I cut the check

Everything I say so goddamn low life

Every song I play so goddamn low life

Hard class steel, such a goddamn low life

Pride, cash deals, such a goddamn low life

Low life, low life

Low life my whole life

Low life, low life

Low life my whole life

Went through my low life fast

Still lovin’ these strip clubs

Dance is off for two hundred but I’m on the pill and I’m six ducks

Low life of my whole life to my paper loan

My trap doin’ so good, might go to extra zones

And I ain’t even talkin’ about no clean money

I’m talkin’ cold profit that keep that triple bean jumpin’

Hundred thousand dollar car but ain’t no fuckin’ gas

I’m one hundred in the hood, you had to pay to pass

Robbin’ for the same work we go to you

Might take all your new shit, look like it’s old to you

That purple in my swisher got me seeing shit

I just bought another chopper that ain’t seen the quip

Everything I say so goddamn low life

Every song I play so goddamn low life

Hard class steel, such a goddamn low life

Pride, cash deals, such a goddamn low life

Low life, low life

Low life my whole life

Low life, low life

Low life my whole life

Gunplay Dark Dayz

Little bit higher

Little bit higher

The umm, the beat, yeah

My point of view is viewing points on the digital

Happy face sticker on the brick, still feeling miserable

Scramble with the handle of the hammer still visible

Bail bonds wishing for my bonds to be municipal

Reminiscing on them rock chopping days

Made a few M’s, still got them rock chopping ways

As I step into the fog where it’s desolate and dark

All the odds is against you like you wrestling with God

From the bottom to starting right back where it started

Right back on the white plate, the razor, and product

Had a beam, a dream, a fiend, and a team

A hustler ambition and a box of ammunition

Until the end of time I’m defending every dime

With my life if I got to, splitting rice with my partners

From a sinner to a winner, bag of chips to a dinner

Ain’t no way in hell my patience wearing any thinner

[Hook:]

And I’m still ’bout that life boy, got that right boy

I dare you take a risk and try to step outside the light boy

You scared of what awaits you, afraid who’s there to face you

They may be there to hurt you, or maybe to embrace you

And I’m still ’bout that life boy, got that right boy

I dare you take a risk and try to step outside the light boy

You scared of what awaits you, afraid who’s there to face you

They may be there to hurt you

I’m a prizefighter holding the highest title, numero uno

Numerous two-doors, but I ain’t never knew those

Just coke and a cup of ramen noodles

Way before the name brands bet you I can name some shooters

I came from where ain’t nothin’ but straight rum and cake crumbs

Not enough birthdays and way too many graves dug

Now I’m running round with more chains than a slave’s son

Been a H-U-S-T-L-E-R from age one

So close to just being another stat

Being another cat that got capped in his [?]

Or just another dealer with a nine millimeter

Can’t blame me if I still sound a little bitter

Relying on firearms to take my corner back

Like I’m another [?], like this is my sidewalk

White wet cookies drying on the iron board

Listen closely, hear the hunger through the drywall

[Hook:]

And I’m still ’bout that life boy, got that right boy

I dare you take a risk and try to step outside the light boy

You scared of what awaits you, afraid who’s there to face you

They may be there to hurt you, or maybe to embrace you

And I’m still ’bout that life boy, got that right boy

I dare you take a risk and try to step outside the light boy

You scared of what awaits you, afraid who’s there to face you

They may be there to hurt you

Yeah

Oh you pussy-ass niggas out here?

Calling nine on a trill nigga?

Hope you die

And all these co-defendants out here giving statements?

Man shut the fuck up

I’m a life sentence-beater, black Benz two-seater

Put both feet up right before I light the weed up

Thinking ’bout the days that was dark, all the snakes, all the

Sharks, all the fakes, all the frauds (you know who you are)

They all come and go, just like all my hoes

Thinking that a Swisher gon’ get ’em through my door

Ain’t no loyalty, ain’t no lawyer fees

Ain’t no commissary, niggas just want you buried

My co-defendant gave a statement to the state

It broke my heart, had me questioning my faith

Now I’m pressing pedals in Panameras and Wraiths

Tryna dodge devils and penitentiary gates

These niggas ain’t playing fair out here in the playing field

Wanna lock a playa up, cuz the playa staying real

I’ma leave this Earth same way that this hustla came

Hustlin’, and I put that on my [?]

[Hook:]

And I’m still ’bout that life boy, got that right boy

I dare you take a risk and try to step outside the light boy

You scared of what awaits you, afraid who’s there to face you

They may be there to hurt you, or maybe to embrace you

And I’m still ’bout that life boy, got that right boy

I dare you take a risk and try to step outside the light boy

You scared of what awaits you, afraid who’s there to face you

They may be there to hurt you

[Gunplay, (Gunplay’s Mom):]

Hello?

(Hey Rich, what’s up?)

Ay I’m just chillin what’s up Mom?

(Just called to tell you something)

What?

(You are a very strong-willed, strong-minded individual

I’m saying this to say that

No matter how many times you go to jail

No matter how many times you try and fail

Okay, just do me one favor)

What?

(Never leave the game, okay?)

I love you Mom

(Love you too sweetie)

Bye

Gunplay Drop

[Verse 1:]

Work on the way, coke in the speed

I got a kilo of Molly, few thousand Oxy’s and weed

I’m bout to tear this shit down

I got the purest shit ’round

These niggas ain’t fucking with me

My junkies jump on the jitney

I whip the flake with a fork

Oh you think it’s a joke?

Oh you think it’s a game?

But I’m hoping you don’t

I got this shit all in a yoke, caught in the sleeper

And I started with beakers and tweakers, Chevy’s and Regals

I hit the bass in the speakers, behind the bass in the speakers

I hid fifty DP’s in each tongue in my sneaker

I get it then, I get it off

Skull, and sell it all

Y’all, I can flip it by tomorrow, you can bet a car

Bogota blizzard on my block and I just made a call

I got the sack, I came to drop and then I’m taking off

[Hook:]

(Feel me)

Came to drop the sack off (feel me)

I ain’t counting, I ain’t weighing

I ain’t chilling, I ain’t staying, nawm’ sayin’

I just came to drop the sack off (feel me)

I ain’t counting, I ain’t weighing

I ain’t chilling, I ain’t staying, nawm’ sayin’

I just came to drop, drop

I just came to drop the sack off

(Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop)

I just came to drop the sack off

(Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop)

I just came to drop the sack off (feel me)

I ain’t counting, I ain’t weighing

I ain’t chilling, I ain’t staying, nawm’ sayin’ (feel me)

[Verse 2:]

Who want it raw? Who want it soft?

Who on the block? Who on the ball?

Tell me, who need a pound? Tell me, who need an onion? (tell me)

Fuck what you’re telling me, just tell me you got the money

You say you get it cheaper? But still my shit more ether

Get Franklin’s no Aretha, you broke and and get no doritos

What’s the play on the ‘yay? He say give me three days

We just a field goal away, we ’bout to reload the safe

Every minute on the Muller, that’s a c-note to make

When you see I break this brick back up there won’t be no debate

Zoe told me he got it, I’m speaking Creole today

My Cuban told me he buy it, now it’s frijole’s and steak

[Hook]

[Outro: x4]

Drop, drop, drop, drop

Drop, drop, drop, feel me