Gun For Gun lyrics

[Intro]
All about money
Y'all n*ggas not f*ckin' wit' me, n*gga
I'm the face of this sh*t
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
Poncho, that n*gga 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 sh*t 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 n*ggas got touched too
Bro got cut but we gave n*ggas cuts too
When you told me you was smokin' on Diddy, I rushed you
If you jackin' G6, word to bro, then it's f*ck 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 f*ck 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
Poncho, that n*gga 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 sh*t be matchin' my fit

[Verse 2]
The opps missin' they flight (Die Jet)
They gotta go get right
2016, sh*t, we bent on a bike
Masked up, tryna take a n*gga life
Free Dot, brodie up top
I'ma send a couple kites
OGz the f*ck 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
Poncho, that n*gga 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 sh*t be matchin' my fit
[Outro]
All about money
Baow, baow, baow, n*gga
Die Y
Everything dead, gotta stand on that sh*t