The phrase “you need people like me” comes to mind when Maybach Music Group’s resident animated rapper Gunplay is the topic of discussion. Sit back and enjoy this chicken noodle soup for the soul in the form of outtake quotes from the man of the hour’s interview with the Miami New Times.
On his wildman persona: It took a while for people to actually catch on. They were like, ‘He’s crazy. He’s gonna self destruct his system. Don’t worry about him. You’re gonna see him on the front page.’ Nah! I’ve been doing this for a long time. That’s what everybody in my Maybach Music family, that’s what they love me for. They love Gunplay, man. When we just started getting on the road, I was the motherfucker going from room to room like, ‘Where da bitches at,’ with my towel on, just finished [having sex] with this ho, telling this ho to chill in the room, cause my dog got another ho waiting for me. But I don’t want to kick this one out ’cause I’m gonna fuck her again later on tonight. So let me just tell my dawg to flee out the room real quick, let me bust her guts. I used to be wild like that, but I started focusing.
On his escort agency, Apples and Onions: I got some real solid hustlers out in Vegas and San Fran, they’re gonna set it off. When you see ‘em, they’re bad, you gon’ want to spend that. Sex has been selling since the beginning of time. It’s never gonna stop. It’s never a drought, it’s never a dull year. The business is a billion dollars a year. You’re not gonna tell me I can’t get at least $15 million out of that $1 billion. It’s impossible.
On being Gunplay: I shoot first, ask questions later, man. I ain’t gonna let you knock on my mama’s door and tell my mama no bullshit. It ain’t gon’ happen. I’m gon’ call my mama: “Mama, this fuck nigga, I had to handle my business. Call a lawyer right quick. Come get me, Mama!” Nah, I put her through enough, I don’t call my mama no more. I just call my dog, my lawyer, call my bondsman … I’m up out this bitch.
On settling down: I might pop a little pill here and there with my girl, fuck for a couple of hours–five, six hours sometimes–and enjoy the shit. I ain’t gonna go downstairs and be shooting in the air, ‘Haaaaaa! Gunplayyy! Hahaha!’ Naw, I’m chilling, man. I’m on my eighth prestige on Call of Duty: Black Ops.
On his artistic process: If I’m working and I know I gotta buckle down for a mixtape or something like that, I go into a mode like I’m in now: I drink a fifth of gin a day, get on my pills, don’t shave, and just write.