Mobby Rosas - Gunplay (feat. JEE) Lyrics

Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay (boo-boo-bow)
My bitch pretty she belong up on a runway (she bad)
Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay (boop-boop-boop-boop)
Caught you slippin' now yo ass died on a Sunday (brrrt)
Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay (gunplay gunplay)
My bitch pretty she belong up on a runway (she bad)
Gunplay Gunplay (aye) Gunplay Gunplay (aye) Gunplay Gunplay (brrr, brrr)
Caught you slippin' now yo ass died on a Sunday (brrr, brrrt)

Heard yo mama cried at church (she out there prayin')
'Cause her son died and it hurts (oh yes it do)
Preacher gave her a few words (oh bless her soul)
Too bad my bullets hit you first, ahh (boo-boo-boo)
You was never 'bout that gunplay
When I pull up yo ass run 'way (he spooked)
Catch you at the church where the nuns pray
Or your granny crib where ya moms lay
Or at the school where yo son play
While you pick him up on a Monday
Knew I'd catch ya ass slippin' one day
You catch the seven six two gun spray (brrt, brrt)
Sucker from the gate punch you in the face
Want retaliate? Pack guns at your wake
Vest bullet and stab proof, pulling a fast move
Fully'll gas you, bully and thats true (bop-bop-bop)
Pull it and blast you, watch it on Worldstar
Got cement shoes put you down where the pearls are
Turned to a tattoo, IP on your girls arm (brrt)
And patna tagged you up on some mural art

Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay (boo-boo-bow)
My bitch pretty she belong up on a runway (she bad)
Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay (boop-boop-boop-boop)
Caught you slippin' now yo ass died on a Sunday (brrrt)
Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay (gunplay gunplay)
My bitch pretty she belong up on a runway (she bad)
Gunplay Gunplay (aye) Gunplay Gunplay (aye) Gunplay Gunplay (brrr, brrr)
Caught you slippin' now yo ass died on a Sunday (brrr, brrrt)

If I want it I'ma get it (want it I'ma get it)
Long range that'll hit 'em (range that'll hit 'em)
Lil' nigga sendin' missles (yah)
Annihilate the competition (yah)
If you die I won't miss you (wont miss you, huh)
I was just up on them pots
Money I had it all up in my socks
I ain't do pop ups or drop offs but I had them niggas
Run down on yo block (niggas run down on yo block)
Hot shit you know that we come with it (come with it)
Bitches they act like the done with us
Mobby they won't tote no guns with us (nope)
Bet you they don't wan't no smoke with us
If he go wrong then I'm done with bruh
Load up the cannon and smoke him up (yah)
Catchin' them bodies like Pokemon (huh-huh-huh!)
I am the master like Obie Wan
Niggas they talk about money but
I had to f*ck up my city (f*ck up my city)
In a different zone man I'm all alone
My family out to get me (out to get me)
Everything peaches and cream
It ain't what it seem 'til I load up that
Semi and f*ck up some dreams, pull up in that
Bentley all black everything, nigga (everything, nigga)

Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay (boo-boo-bow)
My bitch pretty she belong up on a runway (she bad)
Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay (boop-boop-boop-boop)
Caught you slippin' now yo ass died on a Sunday (brrrt)
Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay Gunplay (gunplay gunplay)
My bitch pretty she belong up on a runway (she bad)
Gunplay Gunplay (aye) Gunplay Gunplay (aye) Gunplay Gunplay (brrr, brrr)
Caught you slippin' now yo ass died on a Sunday (brrr, brrrt)