Gun Play (Clean) Lyrics

Yeah

Man I'm tired of you niggas with the stories

Acting like you know me

And you knock the homie

Ain't you know, that I'm always on the grind

I'm not on the gram

I ain't tryna be your fan

When I step up on the beat it feels like gun play

It do whatever I say

Everything goes my way

I'm either talking saucy or money

Tired of talkin bout bitches causes it turn me to a me dummy

But I be hangin' with bitches, just to balance out my chakras

Blessed her, she got baptized

Right after her moutai

Shaped figure, mid height

Chasing figures, is my

Vice till I hit my

Target, steady aiming for the goal, that's a quick strike

Bare niggas always pray you fall, but I look good right

Bare bitches acting like they know bout my dick size

Anything you hear, you give me a call, I'll confirm that

Meantime baby let me strike a pose for that paperback

I was flipping pages daily, till I brought the rapper back

Fla-me with a new style

Tarri he's the new don

I done made my own crown

Playing in the lane they ain't playing, and I hold it down

Till the world crumbles

Man I'm tired of you niggas with the stories

Acting like you know me

And you knock the homie

Ain't you know, that I'm always on the grind

I'm not on the gram

I ain't tryna be your fan

Killem while you got em, that's the motto

Automate these bands, that's the model

I'm always in the booth talking lotto

Got a new bitch, she looks mulatto

Need like extra cheese on the order

Cause I'm tryna get my M's like Mc Donald's

Man I'm tryna get these rands, get these dollars

Cup filled with Johnny , pockets pull of Dom

Typea glow up, make a baby think that I'm the one

Typea flow, pour our it out and drink it with your hun

Told a bad bitch, by end of year I'm gonn be up

March '23 and she can see what I'm talking bout

Vanity the flow, but I'm as humble as they come

Yet I'm humbling you sons

Come and greet your father child

I was to born to do this job

And I'm steady showing up

And I do with a style

It's only a flex if you ain't got it nigga

Man I'm tired of you niggas with the stories

Acting like you know me

And you knock the homie

Ain't you know, that I'm always on the grind

I'm not on the gram

I ain't tryna be your fan