Yung Da Capo - Play Around (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Billionaire Black] Catch a opp, whack a opp, n***a man down Have my n***as bring them poles through and lay 'em down sh**, grab them choppers, spray the whole crowd My n***as with the sh**s, we don't play around [Verse 1: Billionaire Black] Team no lackin', b**h I keep a cannon Chopper with a knife, the clip look like bananas Catch a opp, we gon' let him have it No face, no case - like Meek Mill, don't f**in' panic I'm getin' head by this thotiana And when I get signed, I bet I f** Rihanna We move keys like a damn piano My n***as shoot sh** and they ain't using f**in' cameras I keep a tool, don't get screwed up Fresh to d**h, b**h we Trued up Yeah your b**h she going, yeah she choose us Try us if you wanna, I'mma let a tool bust [Verse 2: Lil' Jay] Catch a opp, whack a opp, watch his body hit the flo' Blow a n***a brains out, I saw everything he know f** "normal" spelled backwards, R.I.P. to Chief Jojo Hold that chopper like guitar, b**h you know we trained to blow And I stay strapped up with that Glock and sh** f** the opps and whoever you rocking with Try me, I'm throwin' bullets just like Michael Vick My n***as shootin' sh** just like Stojakovic Yeah, and I stay bustin' off these f**in' mollies Me and Rico in the steamer, finna catch a body Yeah, my n***as shootin' sh** just like a camera And we get out them jams with the police scanners [Hook] [Verse 3: Swagg] Catch a opp, whack a opp, probably f** his b**h Brand new crib, f** the kids, got another whip Benefit, get that check, permanent lick I give no sh**, I'm insane, boy we do this sh** Hella Glocks, hella chops, don't you set trip 30 shots for a opp, bags on stretchers Take a n***a for his ties and his necklace Throw an L on my sh**, that's a negative (die L's) Dummy, unless that sh**'s for Tookaville Smoking dope on the trey, in the field is real Call my phone, she on my dick, say I got s** appeal All these hoes they be choosing like a lotto deal [Verse 4: P.Rico] Catch a opp, whack a opp, n***a man down Red tape, yellow tape, ambulance sounds sh**, add his a** to the body count For Jojo we go crazy, we don't play around Pop a molly, out my body, I'mma spaz out Hit the mall with the guys, we gon' cash out Hit the club, Adrianna's, b**hes pa** out Doing hits, hit the gas, (skerrt!) smash out Yeah, my n***as they be drummin' b**h we F.T.O cause they be runnin' And you can hear us when we comin' And them guns be super loud like it's thunderin' [Hook]