Gun for Gun

All about money

Y'all **** not fuckin' wit' me, ****

I'm the face of this shit

Uh-huh

Grrah

We gon' go gun for gun

Word to bro, but there's no one on ones

We tryna pack 'em 'fore he meet his son

Poncho, that **** punchin' my lungs

Jay5ive tryna diss? He don't know I posted on his strip

Welcome home, we gon' do you like Ripk

G-3, this shit be matchin' my fit

Since they linkin' up with the Gz, I'ma blitz (Die Y)

Y'all don't know about most of my hits?

I made all of the Gunnaz run Rick

It's too real, I took them off my list

I got touched, but them **** got touched too

Bro got cut but we gave **** cuts too

When you told me you was smokin' on Diddy, I rushed you

If you jackin' G6, word to bro, then it's fuck you

They don't wanna get me mad

Before I go drill, I think about my dad

Upped it or not, had them runnin' like Flash

My bullets really play tag

See the sweeper, he can't get a pass

Ask the opps, "Who went to a funeral last?"

AJ dumb, how the fuck did he crash?

We gon' go gun for gun

Word to bro, but there's no one on ones

We tryna pack 'em 'fore he meet his son

Poncho, that **** punchin' my lungs (Poncho)

Jay5ive tryna diss? He don't know I posted on his strip

Welcome home, we gon' do you like Ripk

G-3, this shit be matchin' my fit

The opps missin' they flight (Die Jet)

They gotta go get right

2016, shit, we bent on a bike

Masked up, tryna take a **** life

Free Dot, brodie up top

I'ma send a couple kites

OGz the fuck up, free the real rights

D&D, we forever gon' cyph' (Grrah)

We gon' go gun for gun

Word to bro, but there's no one on ones

We tryna pack 'em 'fore he meet his son

Poncho, that **** punchin' my lungs

Jay5ive tryna diss? He don't know I posted on his strip

Welcome home, we gon' do you like Ripk

G-3, this shit be matchin' my fit

All about money

Baow, baow, baow, ****

Die Y

Everything dead, gotta stand on that shit