FBG Duck - Gunplay lyrics

[Hook](X4) Gunplay, Gunplay f** n***a don't want gunplay f** n***a want gunplay, have the f** n***a dead by sunday [Billionaire Black] Gun shots, Gun smoke n***as don't want no gunplay Catch a opp, whack a opp I let my gun spray, Caught em lackin', Goofy cap another one way Sent some shots and we bailed out like andele' b**h I'm billion black, I get hella cake Couple face shots, make the n***a elevate Off the molly and codeine, that's my medication I just k**ed my first robber It's a celebration 50 shot clip, b**h it's a homicide Man I love my n***as, know they down to ride And you might catch me lackin' one day But right now I got my pole so who want gunplay [Hook](X4) Gunplay, Gunplay f** n***a don't want gunplay f** n***a want gunplay, have the f** n***a dead by sunday [FBG Duck] Gunplay, gunplay f** n***a don't want gunplay I'm the type to catch you while you tryna take a lunch break Caught his a** lackin' then punched him up on dat Monday If I see him Tuesday I'm gone have to let my gun spray He saw me with his b**h on Wednesday, he had the dumb face Took her home and f**ed her, and I kicked her out on Thursday She wasn't even pose to spend the night, in the first place But she had good brain, that b**h left me with the nerd face Friday I saw him, I was in the truck with one trey Slid down on him and he didn't have none to say Saw him on Saturday, I ain't do no talkin' I let my gun say All you know is that boy was dead by that Sunday [Hook](X4) Gunplay, Gunplay f** n***a don't want gunplay f** n***a want gunplay, have the f** n***a dead by sunday [Lil Jay(R.I.P. Lil Jeff)] We got 44's and Tecs Do a dog for them cats I put that string on that folk folk, treat that b**h like my pet IMM we got next, FBG we got now Free my n***a k**a, he just knocked some sh** down I say, all my n***as poppin' sh** Yo n***as the opposite Its a band to battle for this gun, who you shoppin' with Put a hunnid up in that AR, who gone top the sh** All my n***as poppin' sh**, No fireworks You can get put in the dirt Everybody ridin' til it's time to ride up in that hearse Put them guns on you, make a n***a think he got a curse Boy them guns, we let it Skrrt Pop out on that n***a, like a baby when he bein' birthed