Aiight Gunplay (Ft. Rick Ross)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Every card don’t get dealt, nigga

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Aight, you wanna try a real nigga?
Aight, I’mma show you how we deal with ya
Aight, she wanna fuck a dope dealer
Aight, or keep fuckin’ with them broke niggas
Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight
I’m gettin’ money, if you hating
Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight
I’m gettin’ stripes if you hate on me, always aight

[Verse 1: Gunplay]
Big, big bully, lockjaw
Big, fully off in my top draw
Big bullets, big topped off
Pussy nigga knocked off
Living legend, Silver Seven
Beef for dinner, pill for breakfast
Head trigger, no rogaine
Gripping oakgrain with some stolen cocaine
Triple crosser, pistol tosser
Foreign car crasher, just a flosser
She want a thug nigga, she a little choosey
Beat a life sentence, feel like Lil’ Boosie