Juicy J - I Don't Play With Guns Lyrics
Juicy J Lyrics
I Don't Play With Guns Lyrics
[Chorus: 2X]
I don't gun play cuz I don't play with guns.
Try 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.
[Verse 1:]
These niggas run they mouth gone get they ass served guns on deck bitch I keep em on reserve. Nigga I'm all over these streets hoe I'm like the curb trigger finger itchin I done struck a nerve. Askin for this beef I'm gone do the favor let him get these hollow tips like he a waiter. I'm on my waka shit I love them gun sounds shoot niggas shit up and shoot niggas down. You gone get what you want bitch keep askin no need for a funeral its a closed casket. Hot bullets on the menu nigga place your order then its nuthin but yellow tape and news reporters.
[Chorus 2X]
I don't gun play cuz I don't play with gunz.
Try 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.
[Verse 2 - Alley Boy]
All of my niggas rob all of my niggas kill. Fifty brick licks we was hood rich before we had a deal.All the lil homies droppedout h town workin blow traps. Yall niggas all rap put the mob on da map. Trigga play already headshots real talk alley boy word law all the non believers in white chalk. Shrimp nigga talk shit knowin they ain't doin shit. I'm still active nigga hundred rounds on one lick. still safe and three six done clicked up nigga oooh shit quater bag on each brick. betta pussy nigga ain't takin shit. money major strate drop nigga whole brick. I'm bustin for project and juicy j like I'm three six
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3 - Project Pat]
I'm on the north side of Memphis you can come get this
shootin fifty round drums at you sum bitches. for my riches ill murk ya on that front porch blood on my money like that phone on the fourth floor. Pockets used to be malnutritioned cambodian. come through with a k and sweep yo hood like a costodian. for a couple of bands for a coupla bows the ones that kill for me bring em on a coupla shows. if you ain't from my hood then you can get it quicker. My niggas ride with they ks and stay fulla liquor. and stay fulla beans and stay fulla green and stay with the shit drop it off. KNAAA mean
[Chorus 2x music fades out]
I don't gun play cuz I don't play with guns.
Try 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.
[Verse 1:]
These niggas run they mouth gone get they ass served guns on deck bitch I keep em on reserve. Nigga I'm all over these streets hoe I'm like the curb trigger finger itchin I done struck a nerve. Askin for this beef I'm gone do the favor let him get these hollow tips like he a waiter. I'm on my waka shit I love them gun sounds shoot niggas shit up and shoot niggas down. You gone get what you want bitch keep askin no need for a funeral its a closed casket. Hot bullets on the menu nigga place your order then its nuthin but yellow tape and news reporters.
[Chorus 2X]
I don't gun play cuz I don't play with gunz.
Try 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.
[Verse 2 - Alley Boy]
All of my niggas rob all of my niggas kill. Fifty brick licks we was hood rich before we had a deal.All the lil homies droppedout h town workin blow traps. Yall niggas all rap put the mob on da map. Trigga play already headshots real talk alley boy word law all the non believers in white chalk. Shrimp nigga talk shit knowin they ain't doin shit. I'm still active nigga hundred rounds on one lick. still safe and three six done clicked up nigga oooh shit quater bag on each brick. betta pussy nigga ain't takin shit. money major strate drop nigga whole brick. I'm bustin for project and juicy j like I'm three six
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3 - Project Pat]
I'm on the north side of Memphis you can come get this
shootin fifty round drums at you sum bitches. for my riches ill murk ya on that front porch blood on my money like that phone on the fourth floor. Pockets used to be malnutritioned cambodian. come through with a k and sweep yo hood like a costodian. for a couple of bands for a coupla bows the ones that kill for me bring em on a coupla shows. if you ain't from my hood then you can get it quicker. My niggas ride with they ks and stay fulla liquor. and stay fulla beans and stay fulla green and stay with the shit drop it off. KNAAA mean
[Chorus 2x music fades out]
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