Billionaire Black - Play Around (Remix)

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[Hook: Billionaire Black]
Catch a opp, whack a opp, nigga man down
Have my niggas bring them poles through and lay 'em down
Shit, grab them choppers, spray the whole crowd
My niggas with the shits, we don't play around

[Verse 1: Billionaire Black]
Team no lackin', bitch 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 fuckin' panic
I'm getin' head by this thotiana
And when I get signed, I bet I fuck Rihanna
We move keys like a damn piano
My niggas shoot shit and they ain't using fuckin' cameras
I keep a tool, don't get screwed up
Fresh to death, bitch we Trued up
Yeah your bitch 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 nigga brains out, I saw everything he know
Fuck "normal" spelled backwards, R.I.P. to Chief Jojo
Hold that chopper like guitar, bitch you know we trained to blow
And I stay strapped up with that Glock and shit
Fuck the opps and whoever you rocking with
Try me, I'm throwin' bullets just like Michael Vick
My niggas shootin' shit just like Stojakovic
Yeah, and I stay bustin' off these fuckin' mollies
Me and Rico in the steamer, finna catch a body
Yeah, my niggas shootin' shit just like a camera
And we get out them jams with the police scanners

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[Verse 3: Swagg]
Catch a opp, whack a opp, probably fuck his bitch
Brand new crib, fuck the kids, got another whip
Benefit, get that check, permanent lick
I give no shit, I'm insane, boy we do this shit
Hella Glocks, hella chops, don't you set trip
30 shots for a opp, bags on stretchers
Take a nigga for his ties and his necklace
Throw an L on my shit, that's a negative (die L's)
Dummy, unless that shit's for Tookaville
Smoking dope on the trey, in the field is real
Call my phone, she on my dick, say I got sex appeal
All these hoes they be choosing like a lotto deal

[Verse 4: P.Rico]
Catch a opp, whack a opp, nigga man down
Red tape, yellow tape, ambulance sounds
Shit, add his ass 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, bitches pass out
Doing hits, hit the gas, (skerrt!) smash out
Yeah, my niggas they be drummin'
Bitch 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'

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