Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gun Smoke, artist - Blac Youngsta. Date of issue: 17.09.2020
Song language: English
Gun Smoke |
| I was raised on the 6 |
| Keep actin' like I’m retarded, pussy nigga, you know what I’m sayin' |
| Keep actin' like I ain’t, like we ain’t been shoot that motherfuckin' fire, |
| nigga |
| You know what I’m sayin', every nigga that played with me died, pussy |
| Gang, gang, gang, big stepper, you can’t do no show in my city |
| Yeah, yeah, rich get pussy, you know we gon' shoot them Glocks, off them shots |
| and we catch 'em |
| I’m brought up on murder shit, that murder shit my profession (Gang, gang) |
| I try keepin' that shit professional but them niggas test me (Okay) |
| That lil promo' run you doin' on me, get you left in the desert (Promo) |
| I know Blood gon' shoot that fire 'cause he retardd, he special (Brrat) |
| I know Cuz gon' take som out for me quick, why he a professional? |
| (Facts) |
| Last nigga shot at me, that shit didn’t go successful |
| Free my Charles partner, he got caught up with a dirty case |
| I’m the Godfather, know them bloods gon' move whenever I say |
| Pussy nigga, I’ma stand all over your shit with this dirty drink (Brrt) |
| You know I know where your mamy stay, and where your brother stay (Bitch) |
| I buy guns up out the store and shoot on my opps every day (Brrt) |
| I don’t tolerate no pistol play, boy, you’ll get shot in the face (Whew, woo) |
| I just dodged my case, murder on my, murder on my, murder on my mind |
| Been whackin' niggas in the city 'fore I whackin' niggas outtq town |
| I can’t keep up with your bodies, you in lost and found (Found) |
| I can’t keep up with that pussy, she in lost and found (Found) |
| You found it yet? |
| He say, can’t give a fuck 'bout what they say (Gang, gang) |
| Gun smoke, shoot 'em two times in the head (Hrrrt) |
| Green light, shoot that bitch while he on red (Bow) |
| BSI, he a rat, that’s what I read (Gang, gang) |
| First degree, you know all my opps, they dead (Gang) |
| If they not, swear to God they gon' be dead |
| I swear to God, what you finna do? |
| (Watch this) |
| Go 'head and leave some, bitch, just blow me down |
| If you around, she probably need some, bitch, I ain’t trippin on no label, bitch |
| I’m doin' fiend numbers, and I got that green comin' everywhere like hotspot |
| Shoot a nigga dead in his shit, don’t do no drive by |
| Top five, dead or alive-live, free Skeet |
| Niggas bang, but they don’t slang, I’m yellin', «Free Meech» |
| Dive in her, knee deep, yeah, nigga, big 4's |
| I was probably out here slangin' while you was gettin' phones |
| Got the head, sent her home, bitch, you with the gang now |
| I don’t care who at the show, still got my chain out |
| Let’s hit the road, the same route, 75, Main South |
| Sell the lines, two-fifty (Red), what you need? |
| Gang, gang, gang, gang |
| Still on that murder shit (Gang, gang) |
| Depending how good the vibe is, I might murder shit (Pew, pew) |
| I see the opps, I turn this clean stick to a dirty stick (Hrrt) |
| You run up on me, I shoot you down, don’t give a fuck who you is (No) |
| Young nigga, he pullin' up in this dump truck and shooting sticks |
| My chopper got a cooler kit, I’m on that shooter shit |
| Went against the gang, you got hit up, you thought you was slick (Faw) |
| I’m on that cut throat, South Memphis shit, that shit get you killed (Hrr) |
| How could your posse go 'gainst me when I taught you off the rip? |
| I know three niggas thats beneath me thats reachin' for my chips |
| My cousin died, my nigga died, so I can’t slip (So I can’t slip) |
| I told my bitch 'fore she go to bed, put on that silk (Put on that silk) |
| Can’t buy your dope from me in person, I’m gon' ship (I'm gon' ship) |
| You know this Glock on my hip come with hollow tips (Brrt) |
| Even though I sip, the doctors told me «Do not sip,» but I still sip |
| I bet you this chopper make you flip, you gon' still slip (Gang, gang, gang) |
| Before I met T-Cannon, he was crip, and he still crip |
| I bust down my AP just like Tip, its a field trip (Fuck Youngsta) |
| He say, can’t give a fuck 'bout what they say |
| Gun smoke, shoot 'em two times in the head (Hrrrt) |
| Green light, shoot that bitch while he on red (Bow) |
| PSI, he a rat, thats what I read (Gang, gang) |
| First degree, you know all my opps, they dead (Gang) |
| If they not, swear to God they gon' be dead |
| I swear to God |