billionaire black - play around (remix) lyrics
[hook: billionaire black]
catch a opp, whack a opp, n-gga man down
have my n-ggas bring them poles through and lay ’em down
sh-t, grab them choppers, spray the whole crowd
my n-ggas with the sh-ts, we don’t play around
[verse 1: billionaire black]
team no lackin’, b-tch i keep a cannon
chopper with a knife, the clip look like bananas
catch a opp, we gon’ let him have it
no face, no case – like meek mill, don’t f-ckin’ panic
i’m getin’ head by this thotiana
and when i get signed, i bet i f-ck rihanna
we move keys like a d-mn piano
my n-ggas shoot sh-t and they ain’t using f-ckin’ cameras
i keep a tool, don’t get screwed up
fresh to death, b-tch we trued up
yeah your b-tch she going, yeah she choose us
try us if you wanna, i’mma let a tool bust
[verse 2: lil’ jay]
catch a opp, whack a opp, watch his body hit the flo’
blow a n-gga brains out, i saw everything he know
f-ck “normal” spelled backwards, r.i.p. to chief jojo
hold that chopper like guitar, b-tch you know we trained to blow
and i stay strapped up with that glock and sh-t
f-ck the opps and whoever you rocking with
try me, i’m throwin’ bullets just like michael vick
my n-ggas shootin’ sh-t just like stojakovic
yeah, and i stay bustin’ off these f-ckin’ mollies
me and rico in the steamer, finna catch a body
yeah, my n-ggas shootin’ sh-t just like a camera
and we get out them jams with the police scanners
[hook: billionaire black]
catch a opp, whack a opp, n-gga man down
have my n-ggas bring them poles through and lay ’em down
sh-t, grab them choppers, spray the whole crowd
my n-ggas with the sh-ts, we don’t play around
[verse 3: swagg]
catch a opp, whack a opp, probably f-ck his b-tch
brand new crib, f-ck the kids, got another whip
benefit, get that check, permanent l!ck
i give no sh-t, i’m insane, boy we do this sh-t
h-lla glocks, h-lla chops, don’t you set trip
30 shots for a opp, bags on stretchers
take a n-gga for his ties and his necklace
throw an l on my sh-t, that’s a negative (die l’s)
dummy, unless that sh-t’s for tookaville
smoking dope on the trey, in the field is real
call my phone, she on my d-ck, say i got s-x appeal
all these hoes they be choosing like a lotto deal
[verse 4: p.rico]
catch a opp, whack a opp, n-gga man down
red tape, yellow tape, ambulance sounds
sh-t, add his -ss to the body count
for jojo we go crazy, we don’t play around
pop a molly, out my body, i’mma spaz out
hit the mall with the guys, we gon’ cash out
hit the club, adrianna’s, b-tches p-ss out
doing hits, hit the gas, (skerrt!) smash out
yeah, my n-ggas they be drummin’
b-tch we f.t.o cause they be runnin’
and you can hear us when we comin’
and them guns be super loud like it’s thunderin’
[hook: billionaire black]
catch a opp, whack a opp, n-gga man down
have my n-ggas bring them poles through and lay ’em down
sh-t, grab them choppers, spray the whole crowd
my n-ggas with the sh-ts, we don’t play around
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