Pyrex Poppin Gunplay (Ft. Rick Ross)

[Chorus: Gunplay]
I keep the Pyrex poppin' (Whip it), coffee pot droppin'
Trap line on fire and they won't stop knockin' (Who that?)
No safety on the 40 'cause that shit, that ain't important (Nah)
Got the J's jumpin' out the gym and I ain't talkin' Jordans, ayy
Woah, woah
Woah

[Verse 1: Gunplay]
I been up getting money, hustling for five days
I ain't shave, I ain't bathed, they say I'm stuck in my ways (Ayy)
Ain't no safety on the 40 'cause that shit, that ain't important, woe (Uh-uh)
Only thing that matter is that pussy fat that's on the ho (Woo)
I got guns like these young niggas and I use 'em, too (Young niggas)
I usually do, Uzi new, shoot like movie crew (Blam, blam, nigga)
Got a fully Call-of-Duty-lookin' dually round
Thought you knew me 'til I told 'em put the Cuban down (Put it down)
Ain't nobody gave me nothin', plucked it out the mud
Ain't no rookie, coo-coo-cookie 'fore you count to one
Narcotic hard body, I go hard 'bout it
Carol City, 50 bodies with the chalk around it (Brrt)
I can sell them now to ya, tell me how that sound to ya
Sell 'em 'round the corner, I can sell 'em outta town to ya
Ain't no mercy for the rats or for the snakes (Ain't no mercy)
Black hoods, mask, gloves if it's what it takes