Cookie Money - Gunplay lyrics

[Intro] Chea it's Cookie Money boyyy Upper cla** Trill Youngns n***a [Hook: Cookie Money & (Blck Elvis)] You know what it is Cookie Money in these streets n***a all day If a n***a run up on me then its gunplay We been grinding in them cutts and them hallways (We getting money money money talking all day, pull up skirt Broke b**h shut up A n***a tried to run I had to hit him with the chopper On mammas, on mammas A n***a tried to run I had to hit him with the chopper) [Verse 1: Cookie Money] Pull a drum on a s**er make him back down Cookie Money L's up n***a lay 'em down In the kitchen cooking bricks started selling pounds Chopping grams in the hood selling 50 rocks Young n***a from the hood now I'm flipping blocks Quarter milli on the whips screaming f** the opps I've got my foot on they neck I'm 'bout to break they sh** No favors in this game bro we taking sh** [Bridge: Blck Elvis & (Cookie Money)] I'm in Oakland California smoking Cookie I'm with Cookie Money Chopping [?] down its a wrap like a f**ing mummy I can smell the green like a salad bar And your whip prehistoric Jurrasic Park your car Chill dude, ice cube These cat daddy's turn you pussies into cat food (n***a I freestyle, I do this sh** I'm a young n***a in this sh** I move this sh**) [Hook] [Verse 2: Clearitout & (Young Sonnieboe)] FN with a stick on it Young n***a I'm turnt up Young n***as with big sh** we young n***as we burnt up Glizzy on me it's play time Murking sh** for the wrong cause I'm paranoid I did dirt I hate when I get them phone calls Jump off the porch I know wrong [?] n***a I know wrong You know I saw when I go home and throw that all black on When I'm chilling it's all white Tru jeans and a Cook shirt I'm the sh** came out the a** I love to leave a b**h hurt (All this money on my mind I can't f**ing think All these b**hes eyes glued they don't even blink Get up early in the morning and I do my thing f** some new friends I just copped a new chain It's cold outside watch a n***a make it rain Speaking down on a n***a but don't know my name She give me top she a thot and that's a damn shame Then you kiss her on the lips that's your main thing) [Hook] [Verse 3: Layemdown] 30 shots to a hundered I'ma flex on them Stand down and if you don't I'll put the Tec on you Glock 30 [?] and watch them n***as run It's 31 cause I stuffed it so you know he done Fully loaded sneaking up like I'm a navy seal Chopper rounds will lay him down it's a done deal The game's [?] get the money let them haters hate A couple friends from a youngn yeah they turned fake Hard life I had to live from my born day So flex 'round man and the devil coming out to play I move swift no sounds like a ghost n***a No teammates I'm too hard so I'm the coach n***a Real n***a raised thugging on the block n***a I knock 'em down like dominoes 40 Glock n***a Can't stop won't stop so b**h shut up Game time couple hours with a youngn, I can't let up [Hook]