Gunplay Pyrex Poppin Lyrics

[Chorus: Gunplay]
I keep the Pyrex poppin' (Whip it), coffee pot droppin'
Trap line on fire and they won't stop knockin' (Who that?)
No safety on the 40 'cause that shit, that ain't important (Nah)
Got the J's jumpin' out the gym and I ain't talkin' Jordans, ayy
Woah, woah
Woah

[Verse 1: Gunplay]
I been up getting money, hustling for five days
I ain't shave, I ain't bathed, they say I'm stuck in my ways (Ayy)
Ain't no safety on the 40 'cause that shit, that ain't important, woe (Uh-uh)
Only thing that matter is that p*ssy fat that's on the ho (Woo)
I got guns like these young niggas and I use 'em, too (Young niggas)
I usually do, Uzi new, shoot like movie crew (Blam, blam, nigga)
Got a fully Call-of-Duty-lookin' dually round
Thought you knew me 'til I told 'em put the Cuban down (Put it down)
Ain't nobody gave me nothin', plucked it out the mud
Ain't no rookie, coo-coo-cookie 'fore you count to one
Narcotic hard body, I go hard 'bout it
Carol City, 50 bodies with the chalk around it (Brrt)
I can sell them now to ya, tell me how that sound to ya
Sell 'em 'round the corner, I can sell 'em outta town to ya
Ain't no mercy for the rats or for the snakes (Ain't no mercy)
Black hoods, mask, gloves if it's what it takes

[Chorus: Gunplay & Rick Ross]
I keep the Pyrex poppin' (Whip it), coffee pot droppin'
Trap line on fire and they won't stop knockin' (Who that?)
No safety on the 40 'cause that shit, that ain't important (Nah) Got the J's jumpin' out the gym and I ain't talkin' Jordans, ayy
Woah, woah
We hands on (M— M— Maybach Music), woo

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm from the city where they kill you for your phone (Woah)
Make you unlock the screen and then they do you wrong (Woah)
Dig in your pockets after bullets break your bones (Bang)
Detectives know who did it, but it go unsolved (Hahaha)
Another body, write his name across the wall (Huh)
Shut down the projects, that's a monetary loss (Why?)
Look at statistics, I'm the chairman of the charts (Rozay)
I f*ck her once, I f*ck her twice, now she a boss (She a boss)
Piss in panties, yeah they say she was a peon (Woah)
I got her pampered, now she my Celine Deon (Huh)
You go to trial, you better have a bitch to lean on (Lean on)
Don't cry to me, them not the terms you wanna leave on (Boss)
I'm layin' marble on the floors we used to sleep on (Uh-huh)
You get a bond, I won't get rest until you be home (Uh-huh)
Gold chains, black shades like I was Nino (Woah)
The whole thang, I done came up off a kilo (Woah)

[Chorus: Gunplay]
I keep the Pyrex poppin' (Whip it), coffee pot droppin' (Woah)
Trap line on fire and they won't stop knockin' (Who that?)
No safety on the 40 'cause that shit, that ain't important (Nah)
Got the J's jumpin' out the gym and I ain't talkin' Jordans, ayy
Woah, woah
Woah