Gunplay (remix) Lyrics - Berner

[Hook: Hollywood] 

Richmond niggas 'bout gunplay 

Better make your bitch pay, pay, pay, pay, pay 

I'm high, I'll come down one day 

Count money, Monday to Monday 

How you really doing fake shit 

How you a player, got one bitch? 

No bodies, but you kill shit? 

This real verse, fake shit 

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[Verse 1: Hollywood] 

I'mma start off on a good note 

Rolling good weed on a big boat 

Counting blue ships, all C-notes 

And crispy head cash in my Avirex coat 

Talking outside, been there since Phat Farm 

Big shit, letting off car alarms 

Bar lovely with chain with the gun charm 

And he even cut me loose in the lazar 

If I got it then I paid for it 

Name solid, did my thang for it 

Had your lil bitch, you ain't even know it 

Had an extra hammer, let my cousin hold it, get 'em, let's go 

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[Hook: Hollywood] 

Richmond niggas 'bout gunplay 

Better make your bitch pay, pay, pay, pay, pay 

I'm high, I'll come down one day 

Count money, Monday to Monday 

How you really doing fake shit 

How you a player, got one bitch? 

No bodies, but you kill shit? 

This real verse, fake shit 

[Verse 2: Berner] 

Play around get your face cut 

It's real out here, we don't play much 

How you out side with your chain tucked? 

Holly' outside with the thang tucked 

Real game, mhmm 

Yeah I'm 'bout big cash 

Bern pulled up with the big bag 

Where the city where the Rich at 

I got Rich and the O with G stack 

Yeah we have dark with the blue cook 

I feel like Celly, I'm too took 

Damn, I got mud on my new three's 

Break one down get a two piece, real city boy 

[Hook: Hollywood] 

Richmond niggas 'bout gunplay 

Better make your bitch pay, pay, pay, pay, pay 

I'm high, I'll come down one day 

Count money, Monday to Monday 

How you really doing fake shit 

How you a player, got one bitch? 

No bodies, but you kill shit? 

This real verse, fake shit 

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] 

I did it all on my own, your bitch calling my phone 

I get all of the dome and your squad is unknown 

Went and got it alone plus I gotta get stoned 

Bought a pound and a lot of it's gone 

Always on point, never out of my zone 

And if I ain't fuck her, never got her alone 

I'm in and out of cars, got a lot of new homes 

On the real, I'mma let it be known 

Big spart niggas 'bout gunplay 

Got a model bitch walking down the runway 

How you a stoner and you only rolled one J? 

How you a boss, still gotta do what somebody else say? Gang, gang, gang 

[Hook: Hollywood] 

Richmond niggas 'bout gunplay 

Better make your bitch pay, pay, pay, pay, pay 

I'm high, I'll come down one day