Gun Smoke

(アルバム： Code Red - 2020)

I was raised on the 6
Keep acting like I'm retarded, pussy nigga, you know what I'm saying
Keep acting like I ain't, like we ain't been shoot that motherfucking fire, nigga
You know what I'm saying, 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 keeping that shit professional but them niggas test me (Okay)
That lil promo' run you doing on me, get you left in the desert (Promo)
I know Blood gon' shoot that fire 'cause he retarded, he special (Brrat)
I know Cuz gon' take some 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 whacking niggas in the city 'fore I whacking 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 doing fiend numbers, and I got that green coming 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 yelling, "Free Meech"
Dive in her, knee deep, yeah, nigga, big 4's
I was probably out here slanging while you was getting 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 pulling 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 reaching 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