I Dont Play with Guns - Juicy J

Gotta go get my nigga Alley Boy

Y’all niggas know the business

Project Pat

We gettin' this money, man

Real shit, real spit

Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go

I don’t gun-play

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

I don’t gun-play

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 done struck a nerve

Asking for this beef, I’mma do the favor

Let em get these hollow tips, like he a waiter

I’m on my Waka 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 (yessir!)

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

Then it’s nothin' but yellow tape and news reporters

I don’t gun-play

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

I don’t gun-play

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

All of my niggas raw

All of my niggas kill

Keep the brick licked

We were hood-rich 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

40 bands on each wrist but a pussy nigga ain’t takin shit

Money major, straight Drop 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?