I Don't Play with Guns - Juicy J, Alley Boy, Project Pat

I don’t gunplay

Cause I don’t play with guns

Trying to find out where I stay?

Bitch, I stay with guns

I ride with my guns like I ride with my niggas

All my niggas ride with guns and they will kill ya

These niggas run they mouth

Gonna get that ass served

Guns on deck: bitch, I keep em on reserve

Nigga I’m all over these streets

Ho, I’m like the curb

Trigger finger itching

I dunn struck a nerve

Asking for this beat, I’mma do the favor

Let em get these hollow tips like he a waiter

I’m on my rocker shit, I love them gun sounds

Shooting niggas' shit up and shooting niggas down

You gonna get what you want bitch: keep asking

No need for a funeral, it’s a closed casket

Hot bullets on the menu, nigga place your order (yes sir!)

Did this number, yellow tape, and news reporters

All of my niggas raw

All of my niggas kill

Keep the brick licked

We were hoodrich before we had a deal

All of the homies drawn out, A-Town, working

Blown trap.

Y’all niggas all rap

Put them all up on the map

Trigger play all ready

Headshots — real talking

Add up our word: all the nonbelievers in white chalk

Trump nigga, talk shit

No one ain’t doing shit

I’m still at em nigga

Run around on one leg

Still safe and 3 6 cleaned up nigga: bullshit

Money major, straight?

nigga whole brick

I bust for Project and Juicy J like I’m 3 6

I’m on the North side of Memphis

You could come get this

Shooting 50-round drums at you son of bitches

For my riches I’ll murk you on the front porch

Blood on my money like that phone on the full floor

Pockets used to be malnutrition: Cambodian

Come through with a K and sweep your hood like the custodian

Throw a couple of bands, throw a couple of bows

Who wants to kill for me?

Bring em on a couple of shows

If you ain’t from my hood, then you can get it quicker

My niggas ride with that K since they full of liquor

Cause they full of fiends, cause they full of green

Stay with this shit: nawmean?