| Lil Neal on the track, so you know the beat retar…
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| Ayy, Chris, what you on, bro?
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| Gimme a joke
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| What you on, bro? |
| (Doin' shit, back when I was doin' this shit), hah
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| Ayy, it’s YoungBoy (I ain’t on shit)
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| You already know me, alright, I ain’t on shit, nigga
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| I’m on that same shit, gang shit
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| Murder gang, big boolin' shit (Boolin')
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| Smokin' dope on some coolin' shit (Coolin')
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| Don’t tell me to go fuck with it
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| Nigga, if you don’t want do this shit
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| Tell me how you won’t do this shit
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| FN, Glock, MAC-10s
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| Comin' at me on no foolish shit (Bitch)
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| Pullin' in, we spray 'em then (Lay it on)
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| Niggas steady chokin' from our gun smoke (Pop-pop)
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| These niggas start to runnin' when my gun blow (Pop-pop)
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| This shit can go each way, we gon' let it blow (Pop-pop)
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| Pull up, choppers at your throat (Pop), knockin' at your door
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| I roll like Ox, we gon' have some problems (Yeah)
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| Pussy nigga who won’t do it with the dotta, yeah
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| Whack shit, spray this bitch all at your mama (Brrap)
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| Or at your mammy, whatever you wan' call her (Ahh, bitch)
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| I’ma walk in with a thirty stick (Thirty)
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| Move on, I’ma shoot this bitch (Ha)
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| Say somethin', I ain’t goin' back on nothin' (Nah)
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| Load up, bullet through that shit (Through it)
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| Long cutter with the coolin' kit
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| Hold a shotta, real strong it kick (Through his ass)
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| Kill 'em all, I don’t know who to get (Buck)
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| Lay 'em down, and that stupid bitch
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| No, oh, no, I got Herm on guard (guard)
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| Wildin' out with these murder cards
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| Slime nigga, that’s Blood gang (Slime)
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| Ridin' 'round with that murder squad (Squad)
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| Who said they gon' kill? |
| Ayy, I
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| Fuck nigga, they don’t know YoungBoy
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| Broke niggas gon' see these cars (Gon' see these cars)
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| Pullin' up, hoppin' out with rods
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| Murder gang, we just boolin' shit
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| Smokin' dope on some coolin' shit (Coolin')
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| Don’t tell me to go fuck with it
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| Nigga, if you don’t want do this shit (Yeah)
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| Tell me how you won’t do this shit (Baow)
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| FN, Glock, MAC-10s
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| Comin' at me on no foolish shit
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| Pullin' in, we spray 'em then (Lay it on)
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| Niggas steady chokin' from our gun smoke
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| These niggas start to runnin' when my gun blow (Pop-pop)
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| This shit can go each way, we gon' let it blow
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| Pull up, choppers at your throat, knockin' at your door
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| Hah (What you on, bro?) Yeah, huh (We gon' let it blow)
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| You know it’s 4K Trey, Northside 38, (Choppers at your throat)
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| Ain’t nobody safe, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today?
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| Ol' bitch-ass nigga, slime
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| Blood gang, big boolin' shit, yeah, hah
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| Smokin' dope on some coolin' shit
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| Yeah, you know what it is, free Choppa Boy |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gunsmoke, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Album song Still Flexin, Still Steppin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп