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

I Don't Play with Guns

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?