Make a Play lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Intro]
These n*ggas doin' all this motherf*ckin' talkin'
These n*ggas really know what's goin' on
All this social media work gon' get a n*gga ass killed (Damn, KC)

[Chorus]
While I make a play, I grip on a K
I hope he don't play, I'ma get him gone (Gone)
While I'm with your bae, I'm f*ckin' her face
Why she won't put you on speaker phone?
Trap out the spots and the lots and then meet and go
I'll set up traps in yo' spot like it's Home Alone (The trap)
Ride for my dawg if they right or wrong
Can't f*ck with n*ggas, they faker than silicone
Text me, recipe, chopper on me kickin' like Jet Li
Send a n*gga ass so he Heaven greet (Uh)
n*gga know I'm f*ckin' on the best P
XD, now the pus*y n*gga tryin' to X me, uh
Hit a n*gga ass with a XD
Lemon squeeze, now a n*gga layin' on a stretch, he gone
Run up on the plug, know you bless me
Wipe a n*gga nose for a ticket, yeah, he blessed me (Yeah, he sneezed)

[Verse]
Choppa kill a n*gga ass like he on Beale Street
Give a n*gga blues like B.B. King
Spook a n*gga ass like it's Halloween
I been drinkin' hard since a n*gga rockin' Roc jeans (With a bean)
Plug said meet him on the back street, it's actually
Where them pus*y n*ggas tried to whack me (It's on)
It's cool 'cause I'ma put him in the back seat
Welcome to the M where we known for the backseat (Brrt, brrt)
Automatic have him runnin' like a track meet
Take a n*gga work, hell nah, he can't tax me
All this ice, like some n*gga's gonna take me?
But it's guaranteed I put his face up on a flat screen (I don't lose)
I don't social beef, n*gga, don't at me
Nine times out of ten, b*tch, you the police (12)
Really leave a n*gga ass with a slow leak
Now he slumped over, holdin' his stomach, screamin', "Lord, please" (Oh, Lord)
Hunna give 'em cover like Lord of Rings
Gator in my cup like a n*gga drink for the team (Like the Gators)
Double R, we the new startin' team
Get it back in blood the only way a n*gga owin' me (Like the 80's)
Sippin' on the drink, yeah, it's slowin' me
Still can't see a pus*y n*gga little boyin' me (He a goner)
n*gga say it's smoke, they ain't showin' me
I be posted up everywhere I'm supposed to be (With a Drac')
[Chorus]
While I make a play, I grip on a K
I hope he don't play, I'ma get him gone (Gone)
While I'm with your bae, I'm f*ckin' her face
Why she won't put you on speaker phone?
Trap out the spots and the lots and then meet and go
I'll set up traps in yo' spot like it's Home Alone (The trap)
Ride for my dawg if they right or wrong
Can't f*ck with n*ggas, they faker than silicone
Text me, recipe, chopper on me kickin' like Jet Li
Send a n*gga ass so he Heaven greet (Uh)
n*gga know I'm f*ckin' on the best P
XD, now the pus*y n*gga tryin' to X me, uh
Hit a n*gga ass with a XD
Lemon squeeze, now a n*gga layin' on a stretch, he gone
Run up on the plug, know you bless me
Wipe a n*gga nose for a ticket, yeah, he blessed me (Yeah, he sneezed)

[Outro]
Damn, KC
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