Gunplay - Aiight lyrics

[Intro:] Every card don't get dealt, n***a [Hook - Rick Ross:] Aight, you wanna try a real n***a? Aight, I'm a show you how we deal with ya Aight, she wanna f** a dope dealer Aight, or keep f**in' with them broke n***as 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 p**y n***a knocked off Living legend, Silver Seven Beef for dinner, pill for breakfast Head trigger, no rogaine Gripping oakgrain with some stolen c**aine Triple crosser, pistol tosser Foreign car crasher, just a flosser She want a thug n***a, she a little choosey Beat a life sentence, feel like Lil' Boosie [Hook] [Verse 2 - Gunplay:] I'm a straight stunna, take hunna Was a broke n***a, one they used to make fun of MMG, self made pay one up I'm that motherf**in' n***a they don't want none of Born shooter, Porsche tooter Throwing jabs like four Zab Judah's b**h I'm reckless, so damn foolish Slanging more stones than them damn j**elers Don Logan, talkin' vulgar Traphouse, no A.C, torn sofa You n***as know my mothaf**in' pedigree I'm Gunplay, I'm everything I said I'd be [Hook] [Verse 3 - Rick Ross:] You pulled a gun on my homie you better have one for me Ain't no running up on me, my new Versace fatigue b**bie got with the work what Dre just got for his Beats I expect for these songs to keep me hot with the seats All I want is the money, the masterkey to these riches These pussies keep hating, I'm a hit you with inches Get my n***a a kite, told my warden we did it Put these stacks on these books 'cause I'm too busy to finish Now back to these guns, my n***a Gun got my back He went on trial for his life, many don't come out on that If you as real as they come and it's live for you n***a Now hold up your guns and when you pull back the trigger [Hook]