Gun For Gun

[Intro]
All about money
Y'all niggas not fuckin' wit' me, nigga
I'm the face of this shit
Uh-huh
Grrah

[Chorus]
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
Pronto, that nigga 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

[Verse 1]
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 niggas got touched too
Bro got cut but we gave niggas 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?

[Chorus]
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
Pronto, that nigga punchin' my lungs (Pronto)
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

[Verse 2]
The opps missin' they flight (Die Jet)
They gotta go get right
2016, shit, we bent on a bike
Masked up, tryna take a nigga 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)

[Chorus]
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
Pronto, that nigga 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

[Outro]
All about money
Baow, baow, baow, nigga
Die Y
Everything dead, gotta stand on that shit