Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gunsmoke, artist - Psychopathic Rydas. Date of issue: 14.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gunsmoke |
| Gunsmoke. |
| I wanna live to be an old ass gangsta tired as fuck |
| and in a black wheelchair rollin' down a hill bustin' |
| I don’t lift shit or work out, I do finger curls |
| I’m straight gangsta, smoking sherm and fuckin' fat girls |
| (Lil' Shank) |
| Now get her barkin' at cha her vital leave you missin' a jump |
| Turn a jump into a powerful punch she got that vibe |
| And power other side of the gat a shaky muthafucka |
| Who was thuggin' 2 minutes ago but now he just a sucka |
| (Full Clip) |
| When my pistol goes POW you head gets to drippin' |
| When my pistol gets to swingin everybody’s dippin' |
| In the club in the streets or all up in your bedroom |
| Bitch now run that shit or feel Full Clip’s full clip |
| (Sawed Off) |
| Can you smell that thick smoke gunpowder sucka |
| Straight from the barrel to your dome muthafucka |
| Inhale exhale that smells so well |
| Sawed off shotgun heavy smoke big shells |
| DAMN Sawed Off just blew your muthafuckin' head off |
| (Sawed off, hauled off, and blew your jaw off) |
| Gunsmoke worse then secondhand lung smoke |
| Smoke toke fall asleep forever never woke |
| Rydas ride on every bitch until they get broke |
| Gunsmoke slit throats bitch don’t get choked |
| Gunsmoke simmer down hoe don’t provoke |
| Gunsmoke better he the murder that the Rydas wrote |
| (Cell Block) |
| My 9 millimeter stays loaded ready to explode |
| And leave a couple holes in your fuckin' Fubu clothes |
| Still bustin' out the window of a black truck |
| If you a gangsta and feel me throw ya guns up, GUNS UP |
| (Foe Foe) |
| I been blinded by the smoke from my sawed off double barrel 12 gauge |
| With tape on the handle straight from the old days |
| Original gangsta '85 is when I started sellin' weed for my father |
| From here to Pearl Harbor |
| (Bullet) |
| I create gunsmoke but suckas never get to see that |
| Dead on they back with a smoky hole in they neck |
| I hit the smoke from the barrel it numbs like cocaine |
| I told my boys and now the Rydas all be gunsmokin' |
| (Full Clip) |
| Suffer to ya dome, nose smell the smoke before you die |
| Gunpowder mixed with that Peruvian ya-ya |
| Brains splattered on the wall a hole in ya head |
| But I ain’t wastin' my oop I scoop it up and sell it again |
| You stupid mother fucker don’t provoke the gunsmoke |
| Gunsmoke worse then second hand lung smoke |
| Smoke toke fall asleep forever never woke |
| Rydas ride on every bitch till they get broke |
| Gunsmoke slit throats bitch don’t get choked |
| Gunsmoke simmer down hoe don’t provoke |
| Gunsmoke better he the murder that the Rydas wrote |
| (Sawed Off) |
| Watch the sparks fly and the bodies start to fall |
| Whole block lit up like it was Vietnam |
| And I ain’t done letting loose yet show me ya chest |
| I fill it up with fuckin' pebbles and leave you with a smoky vest |
| (Cell Block) |
| BLAH I shot you there’s a hole six inches wide |
| From the front of your chest clean threw your backside |
| Next time you’ll notice stop your gums are flappin' low |
| Your just another bitch in the mist of my gunsmoke |
| (Lil' Shank) |
| Life taker is sparkling in the sun |
| Got smoke comin' out of her mouth like she just popped one |
| In somebody’s direction for nothing at all |
| Her seeds are death assured to make anyone fall |
| (Foe Foe) |
| You can see the flame come out of the gun |
| If it’s ya name ya better run cause I ain’t yellin' for fun |
| You catch a hot one not one three in ya chest |
| And when the smoke clears I’ma be the one with the vest, BOO YA |