[Intro: Juicy J]
Gotta go get my n***a Alley Boy
Y'all n***as know the business
Project Pat
We gettin' this money, man
Real shit, real spit
Let's go, let's go, let's go

[Chorus: Juicy J]
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 n***as
All my n***as 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 n***as
All my n***as ride with guns and they will kill ya

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
These n***as run they mouth
Gonna get that ass served
Guns on deck; bitch, I keep 'em on reserve
N***a, 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 n***as' shit up and shooting n***as 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, n***a place your order (yessir!)
Then it's nothin' but yellow tape and news reporters
[Chorus: Juicy J]
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 n***as
All my n***as 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 n***as
All my n***as ride with guns and they will kill ya

[Verse 2: Alley Boy]
All of my n***as raw
All of my n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a, talk shit
No one ain't doing shit
I'm still at em n***a
Run around on one leg
Still safe and 3 6 cleaned up n***a: bullshit
40 bands on each wrist but a pussy n***a ain’t takin shit
Money major, straight Drop n***a whole brick
I bust for Project and Juicy J like I'm 3 6
[Chorus: Juicy J]
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 n***as
All my n***as 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 n***as
All my n***as ride with guns and they will kill ya

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
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 n***as ride with that K since they full of liquor
Cause they full of fiends, cause they full of green
Stay with this shit, nawmean?