Lyrics Gunplay – No Church
Text:
Intro:
This is the fucking shit I be talking about
Half rapping ass motherfuckers
You think it’s a game?
Come on
Verse:
You know how it go
For life my nigga, on site my nigga
Die slow, my nigga
Copy? Ten four my nigga
Real nigga on line
And I came just in time
You gotta go get yours, but I can scrap with mine
Motherfucker don’t play with me, water grenade with me
And an A.K. with me, all day with me
And I got stones, a pocket full of dough’s
And I got hoes, a couple of them yours
Hold up, M.M.G.
That’s murder, mayhem, God dammit that’s me
C, C, C
Carol City Cartel, go hard here for the feat
Fuck how you feel
Give a fuck who you is, what you bout, what you done, who you killed
I set it off on any motherfucker out here
That’s word to every motherfucker not here
I can smell the money, Makaveli money
Bounty on your brain, that’s psychedelic money
I don’t ask if I could, I’m good
Shoot, putting down at your baby mama crib like a brute
Four four loaded, next to the King James
Low life, my niggas are sting rays
Hey, mom tied to the string rakes
One time for the inmates
My nigga B-Boy, my nigga V-Ray
My nigga Caino, they gon’ be straight
This for the robbers, shaking all the cops on the E-way
Outro: x4
No church for the rats nigga, nigga
