gun smoke

21 Savage

24 Dec 2018

Lyrics

gun smoke (Explicit) - 21 Savage (21·萨维奇)

Lyrics by:Shayaa Joseph/Ahmar Bailey/Frederikus Theodorus Cecilia van Workum/Nicholas Robert Luscombe

Composed by:Shayaa Joseph/Ahmar Bailey/Frederikus Theodorus Cecilia van Workum/Nicholas Robert Luscombe

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah gun smoke

Yeah gun smoke

Yeah yeah gun smoke

Yeah yeah yeah gun smoke

Yeah yeah

One man army from the get-go get-go

One man army pullin' kick doors kick doors

Talkin' out yo' neck get you tag toed tag toed

I'm a killer whale you a tadpole tadpole

N***a you got asthma you don't want smoke straight up

Who want cancer I'm giving out smoke straight up

I got too many b***hes I can't trip bro on God

Most of the time I be caked up

With my stick bro on God

Yeah AK make yo' brotha do the limbo on God

Make this glock shiggy challenge out the window on God

Savage why you always rappin' 'bout guns for straight up

'Cause b***h I fell in love with the gun smoke straight up

Gun smoke gun smoke

Gun smoke gun smoke

Gun smoke gun smoke

Gun smoke gun smoke

Yeah gun smoke gun smoke

Gun smoke gun smoke

Gun smoke gun smoke

Gun smoke gun smoke

Put my glock down that's a no-no no-no

When I wear my suit I tote my 44 44

Y'all ain't killin' s**t y'all n***as hoes-hoes hoes-hoes

Cryin' over P***y you a broke joke broke joke

Started with a deuce deuce turned it to a 38

Then I got a glock 9 turned it to a AK

First I was a leg shooter now I'm hittin' chest face

She done caught rug burn give that girl a neck brace

Shoot at me with a handgun

That's an insult straight up

We got plenty sticks n***a

Plus my M's up straight up

My young n***as ready to crash

They don't give a f**k straight up

Let it bang let 'em hang

I'ma drop mine straight up

I don't need no shooter

Everybody know I pop mine on God

I'm at crucial on stage with a glock 9 on God

I keep one in the head I ain't

Got time to cock mine on God

Murder Gang n***a I'm redder

Than a stop sign on God

You n***as know you need to

Cut out all that dickriding b***h

Skinny capris you think you

Finer than yo' b***h huh lil' b***h

You n***as mad 'cause I keep throwin'

Up zone 6 huh Lil' b***h

Like Look at savage lil' b***h a*s

He think he the s**t huh facts

I think I am when I'm ridin' with this stick huh 21

I think I am 'cause I just f**ked

That n***a b***h huh on God

I swear to God my deal worth seven

Figures not six huh straight up

You think you hard you wanna get

Shot all up in yo' s**t huh

Gun smoke gun smoke

Gun smoke gun smoke

Gun smoke gun smoke

Gun smoke gun smoke

Yeah gun smoke gun smoke

Gun smoke gun smoke

Gun smoke gun smoke

Gun smoke gun smoke

Put my glock down that's a no-no no-no

When I wear my suit I tote my 44 44

Y'all ain't killin' s**t y'all n***as hoes-hoes hoes-hoes

Cryin' over p***y you a broke joke broke joke

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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