Gunsmoke
Trying to pull up I'm a end his ass
I got my car filled up with contraband
I'm a fold your ass no ambulance
I'm a run up on you with extended mags
Like damn
And I'm never fucking with the shit boy
I've been counting stacks, only count this boy
They pretend I ain't the person they depend
I'm only making racks, I'm only making hits boy
Bitch you want to fuck with me, I'm burning up a third degree
I'm pushing shit in front of me
I'm undercover, going to kill
I'm going on a killing spree
I'm smoking up, I'm about to be
Your bitch knocking up on me
I'm going down insanity
Aye woah semi-automatic, I'm a dress them down the way
Give a fucking bitch a povit like a static
I'm a hit them in the throat with a blade
Now classic, you really want to play
You go end up in Jurassic ugh
I hit them with a 12 gauge to the face
Really want to snitch to my attic straight to my face
I don't give a fuck pussy add it to my base
I'm a winner la la going to kill another bank ugh
Check the watch, what time is it
Walk in it's him, they know it's him
Champagne bottles, I'm popping shit
My bad too much they drowning in
I'm saucy they salty
What happened little bitch just want me
Speak up on me name respect on me
She digging me The baddest
I've been killing guys insane
Going to pop him so fast
Give a fuck about a bitch
A Hundred miles on the dash
Count kill ratio bumping so fast
Hit a ear drum
Going to pop to the top got a millie
Got a Glock yeah you feeling what I'm feeling
And I'm killing on the top
Got me raised in the streets, I'm smoking on the spot
Want to talk little baby bitch, I'm flying like a hawk
I just got a feeling nobody fucking talk
Going to shoot you with the ray, tell them bother us
Like tough boy talk going straight on top
With your broke ass quit, go and get a job
Pussy who the fuck are you talking bad like who facts
You mad and you funny, that's facts
I'm a CEO My iced rollie spinning on a rapper give a fuck real blow
Trying to pull up I'm a end his ass
I got my car filled up with contraband
Ima fold your ass no ambulance
Ima run up on you with extended mags
Like damn
And I'm never fucking with the shit boy
I've been counting stacks, only count this boy
They pretend i ain't the person they depend
I'm only making racks i'm only making hits boy
Bitch you want to fuck with me, I'm burning up a third degree
I'm pushing shit in front of me
I'm undercover, going to kill
I'm going on a killing spree
I'm smoking up, I'm about to be
Your bitch knocking up on me
I'm going down insanity
Aye woah semi-automatic, I'm a dress them down the way
Give a fucking bitch a pivot like a static
I'm a hit them in the throat with a blade
Now classic, you really want to play
You go end up in Jurassic ugh
I hit them with a twelve gauge to the face
Really want to snitch to my attic straight to my face
I don't give a fuck pussy add it to my base
I'm a winner la la going to kill another bank ugh
I got my car filled up with contraband
I'm a fold your ass no ambulance
I'm a run up on you with extended mags
Like damn
And I'm never fucking with the shit boy
I've been counting stacks, only count this boy
They pretend I ain't the person they depend
I'm only making racks, I'm only making hits boy
Bitch you want to fuck with me, I'm burning up a third degree
I'm pushing shit in front of me
I'm undercover, going to kill
I'm going on a killing spree
I'm smoking up, I'm about to be
Your bitch knocking up on me
I'm going down insanity
Aye woah semi-automatic, I'm a dress them down the way
Give a fucking bitch a povit like a static
I'm a hit them in the throat with a blade
Now classic, you really want to play
You go end up in Jurassic ugh
I hit them with a 12 gauge to the face
Really want to snitch to my attic straight to my face
I don't give a fuck pussy add it to my base
I'm a winner la la going to kill another bank ugh
Check the watch, what time is it
Walk in it's him, they know it's him
Champagne bottles, I'm popping shit
My bad too much they drowning in
I'm saucy they salty
What happened little bitch just want me
Speak up on me name respect on me
She digging me The baddest
I've been killing guys insane
Going to pop him so fast
Give a fuck about a bitch
A Hundred miles on the dash
Count kill ratio bumping so fast
Hit a ear drum
Going to pop to the top got a millie
Got a Glock yeah you feeling what I'm feeling
And I'm killing on the top
Got me raised in the streets, I'm smoking on the spot
Want to talk little baby bitch, I'm flying like a hawk
I just got a feeling nobody fucking talk
Going to shoot you with the ray, tell them bother us
Like tough boy talk going straight on top
With your broke ass quit, go and get a job
Pussy who the fuck are you talking bad like who facts
You mad and you funny, that's facts
I'm a CEO My iced rollie spinning on a rapper give a fuck real blow
Trying to pull up I'm a end his ass
I got my car filled up with contraband
Ima fold your ass no ambulance
Ima run up on you with extended mags
Like damn
And I'm never fucking with the shit boy
I've been counting stacks, only count this boy
They pretend i ain't the person they depend
I'm only making racks i'm only making hits boy
Bitch you want to fuck with me, I'm burning up a third degree
I'm pushing shit in front of me
I'm undercover, going to kill
I'm going on a killing spree
I'm smoking up, I'm about to be
Your bitch knocking up on me
I'm going down insanity
Aye woah semi-automatic, I'm a dress them down the way
Give a fucking bitch a pivot like a static
I'm a hit them in the throat with a blade
Now classic, you really want to play
You go end up in Jurassic ugh
I hit them with a twelve gauge to the face
Really want to snitch to my attic straight to my face
I don't give a fuck pussy add it to my base
I'm a winner la la going to kill another bank ugh
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Writer(s): Anthony Bankson
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