Gun Smoke
Son of a plug Got that shit from my mother
I got a sweet white play he up in tucker
All my Niggas from the gutter
My slime bitch set u up
Because u a sucker
You know I am so slime I ran off on my brother
My nigga out bad he sold to undercover
I cannot love that bitch I never been a lover
I am serving dem pack yeah
I got that shit from my mother
Draco on me and it singing like usher
Call smokechapo, he going to buss you
I shoot a nigga for my brother
I am fuckin yo bitch and I used the rubber
Stepping on bricks I got that from my father
I got a bitch trapping
And she got Harvard
I some in the trap with them shooters and robbers
Ain't worried bout shells cause I got revolvers
Got Lean in the baby bottle like a toddler
I am smoking in opp pack like Rasta
Hit the little boy with the cig
RichSlime gang bitch know what it is
I'll be smoking exotic not smoking no mid
In a SRT with a tint
I'm up in this bitch and I still got the Glick
Counting up hunnits got fuck Niggas sick
We done came along way from just splitting up cents bitch
Yeah nigga still got the glick though
I really be working on doing no kick door
I'm booling wit sito we swerving the benzo
This big ass chop stick make him do limbo
I'm addicted to money I really do get dough
Niggas ain't on shit and I swear they no hope
Gangway nigga addicted to Gunsmoke
Fifty round on me lil bitch better get low
Play wit gang bitch we go loko
Fuck do you think that we got all of these guns for
Since I was a jit I been dodging the popo
I keep buying this drip but I never can go broke
Real TOPFLOOR shit we not fucking with no folks
Young rich nigga shit ain fuckin' no broke hoe
I swear that this money apart of my mojo
I got some young shooters them niggas so loko
I got a young nigga who still pullin kick doors
I got some new guns like I just got a cheat code
I am still In the trap and im posted with oso
My niggaz so skitz they in love with that gun smoke
I ride with two glocks, Man you kno I'm not solo
Put yo ass on a shirt just like some polo
That nigga got shot in the chest with that four four
My bro on the road and he still doin four four
My nigga so Slimey I jus slimed my kin folk
I still got the strap I'm not goin for shit bro
I just got out of jail and I'm still hitting licks bro
I just hit for ten racks yeah I'm back on my shit bro
Shoot a whole clip and you know I'm gonna reload
That AR fifteen got you doing a go-go
Fuck on yo bitch and I pass her to momo
Vvs diamonds they look like a snow globe
I'm on the block and I'm front row
You know I'm so shiesty they callin me cutthroat
I got a sweet white play he up in tucker
All my Niggas from the gutter
My slime bitch set u up
Because u a sucker
You know I am so slime I ran off on my brother
My nigga out bad he sold to undercover
I cannot love that bitch I never been a lover
I am serving dem pack yeah
I got that shit from my mother
Draco on me and it singing like usher
Call smokechapo, he going to buss you
I shoot a nigga for my brother
I am fuckin yo bitch and I used the rubber
Stepping on bricks I got that from my father
I got a bitch trapping
And she got Harvard
I some in the trap with them shooters and robbers
Ain't worried bout shells cause I got revolvers
Got Lean in the baby bottle like a toddler
I am smoking in opp pack like Rasta
Hit the little boy with the cig
RichSlime gang bitch know what it is
I'll be smoking exotic not smoking no mid
In a SRT with a tint
I'm up in this bitch and I still got the Glick
Counting up hunnits got fuck Niggas sick
We done came along way from just splitting up cents bitch
Yeah nigga still got the glick though
I really be working on doing no kick door
I'm booling wit sito we swerving the benzo
This big ass chop stick make him do limbo
I'm addicted to money I really do get dough
Niggas ain't on shit and I swear they no hope
Gangway nigga addicted to Gunsmoke
Fifty round on me lil bitch better get low
Play wit gang bitch we go loko
Fuck do you think that we got all of these guns for
Since I was a jit I been dodging the popo
I keep buying this drip but I never can go broke
Real TOPFLOOR shit we not fucking with no folks
Young rich nigga shit ain fuckin' no broke hoe
I swear that this money apart of my mojo
I got some young shooters them niggas so loko
I got a young nigga who still pullin kick doors
I got some new guns like I just got a cheat code
I am still In the trap and im posted with oso
My niggaz so skitz they in love with that gun smoke
I ride with two glocks, Man you kno I'm not solo
Put yo ass on a shirt just like some polo
That nigga got shot in the chest with that four four
My bro on the road and he still doin four four
My nigga so Slimey I jus slimed my kin folk
I still got the strap I'm not goin for shit bro
I just got out of jail and I'm still hitting licks bro
I just hit for ten racks yeah I'm back on my shit bro
Shoot a whole clip and you know I'm gonna reload
That AR fifteen got you doing a go-go
Fuck on yo bitch and I pass her to momo
Vvs diamonds they look like a snow globe
I'm on the block and I'm front row
You know I'm so shiesty they callin me cutthroat
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Writer(s): Nayya Terry
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