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Stunna 4 Vegas

Gun Smoke

 

Gun Smoke

(album: Welcome To 4 Vegas - 2020)


Cross that line it's gun smoke

A nigga cross that line it's gun smoke
Bitch we bust pole, cut throat
We deliver beef right to yo front door
Might get to tweaking in this bitch
We make them people call the po po
I'm tryna t-shirt me some shit
We turn a opp into a logo
Gun on my right hip for if shit go wrong

He cross that line I'm bussing
I still be on that fuck shit, every nigga with me clutching
Bitch get down (Aye bitch get down)
We won't do no fussing
Dirty stick, clip hold a hunnid
I'll give her dick and keep her cuming
He say it's up we put him under
Extension clips, I got a bundle
Won't go for shit, go ask my momma
We spin back to back like DJ Drama
Mag on the drake shaped like a coma
Forgot to mention, I got commas
He want a verse, then send a wire
He can get him whacked, I can get him hired
New opp pack, I'm getting higher
New glock 10, I'm tryna use it
Big F&N, clip full of blue tips
Catch him down bad he a news clip
I get him popped for them blue strips
They tryna go live and get into it
I'm tryna slide and give it to him
I ain't tryna go live with no nigga
I'm tryna slide on a nigga

A nigga cross that line it's gun smoke
Bitch we bust pole, cut throat
We deliver beef right to yo front door
Might get to tweaking in this bitch
We make them people call the po po
I'm tryna t-shirt me some shit
We turn a opp into a logo
Gun on my right hip for if shit go wrong

He cross that line we slangin 'iron
I keep it tucked, I'm banging mine
We put him up like in the sky
His dick in the dirt like dandelion
Try ya luck, play with me get bucked, I stand on every line
We let off rounds and still get off them pounds, just like exercise
I keep a rod ain't going fishing, I'm worldwide opps gotta listen
Walk down on the spot, Jehovah witness
I send a blitz, won't send a mention
Throw back a perc, I go to itching
G23, the clip extended
We kill the beef and clear the business
Gang bitch

A nigga cross that line it's gun smoke
Bitch we bust pole, cut throat
We deliver beef right to yo front door
Might get to tweaking in this bitch
We make them people call the po po
I'm tryna t-shirt me some shit
We turn a opp into a logo
Gun on my right hip for if shit go wrong

done

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