ฟังเพลงGun Smoke (Explicit)

Gun Smoke (Explicit) - Stunna 4 Vegas

Lyrics by：Khalik Caldwell/Roney Williams Jr

Composed by：Khalik Caldwell/Roney Williams Jr

'Cross that line it's gun smoke

A n***a 'cross that line it's gun smoke

B***h we bust poles cutthroat

We deliver beef right to your front door

Might get to tweaking in this b***h

We make them people call the popo

I'm tryna T-shirt me some s**t

We turn an opp into a logo

Gun on my right hip for if s**t go wrong

He crossed that line I'm bustin'

I still be on that f**k s**t

Every n***a with me clutching

B***h get up uh

We won't give no ****s

Dirty stick clip hold a hunnid

I give her dick and keep her coming

He say it's up we put him under

Extension clips I got a bundle

Won't go for s**t go ask my momma

We spin back to back like DJ Drama

Mag on the Drac' shaped like a comma

Forgot to mention I got commas

He want a verse then send a wire

He can get him wet I can get him higher

New opp pack I'm getting higher

New Glock 10 I'm tryna use it

Big FN clip full of blue tips

Catch him by bad he a news clip

I get 'em popped for them blue strips

They tryna go live and get into it

I'm tryna slide and give it to him

I'm not tryna go live with no n***a

You know I'm tryna slide on a n***a

A n***a 'cross that line it's gun smoke

B***h we bust poles cutthroat

We deliver beef right to your front door

Might get to tweaking in this b***h

We make them people call the popo

I'm tryna T-shirt me some s**t

We turn an opp into a logo

Gun on my right hip for if s**t go wrong

He 'cross that line we slangin' iron

I keep it tucked I'm bangin' mine

We put him up like in the sky

His dick in the dirt like dandelion

Try your luck play with me get buck

I stand on every line

We let off rounds and still get off them pounds

Just like exercise

I keep a rod ain't goin' fishin'

I'm worldwide opps gotta listen

Walk down on they spot Jehovah's Witness

I send a blitz won't send a midget

Throw back a Perc I go to itchin'

G-23 the clip extended

We kill the beef and clear the business gang b***h

A n***a 'cross that line it's gun smoke

B***h we bust poles cutthroat

We deliver beef right to your front door

Might get to tweaking in this b***h

We make them people call the popo

I'm tryna T-shirt me some s**t

We turn an opp into a logo

Gun on my right hip for if s**t go wrong