Gucci Mane – Make a Play lyrics

[Intro]
These niggas doin' all this motherfuckin' talkin'
These niggas really know what's goin' on
All this social media work gon' get a nigga 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 fuckin' 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 fuck with niggas, they faker than silicone
Text me, recipe, chopper on me kickin' like Jet Li
Send a nigga ass so he Heaven greet (Uh)
Nigga know I'm fuckin' on the best P
XD, now the pussy nigga tryin' to X me, uh
Hit a nigga ass with a XD
Lemon squeeze, now a nigga layin' on a stretch, he gone
Run up on the plug, know you bless me
Wipe a nigga nose for a ticket, yeah, he blessed me (Yeah, he sneezed)

[Verse]
Choppa kill a nigga ass like he on Beale Street
Give a nigga blues like B.B. King
Spook a nigga ass like it's Halloween
I been drinkin' hard since a nigga rockin' Roc jeans (With a bean)
Plug said meet him on the back street, it's actually
Where them pussy niggas 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 nigga work, hell nah, he can't tax me
All this ice, like some nigga'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, nigga, don't at me
Nine times out of ten, bitch, you the police (12)
Really leave a nigga 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 nigga drink for the team (Like the Gators)
Double R, we the new startin' team
Get it back in blood the only way a nigga owin' me (Like the 80's)
Sippin' on the drink, yeah, it's slowin' me
Still can't see a pussy nigga little boyin' me (He a goner)
Nigga 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 fuckin' 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 fuck with niggas, they faker than silicone
Text me, recipe, chopper on me kickin' like Jet Li
Send a nigga ass so he Heaven greet (Uh)
Nigga know I'm fuckin' on the best P
XD, now the pussy nigga tryin' to X me, uh
Hit a nigga ass with a XD
Lemon squeeze, now a nigga layin' on a stretch, he gone
Run up on the plug, know you bless me
Wipe a nigga nose for a ticket, yeah, he blessed me (Yeah, he sneezed)

[Outro]
Damn, KC