gun smoke

blac youngsta

i was raised on

keep actin' like i'm retarded

pussy nigga

you know what i'm sayin'

keep actin' like i ain't like we ain't been shoot that motherfuckin' fire

nigga

you know what i'm sayin'

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

i try keepin' that shit professional but them niggas test me

that lil promo run you doin' on me

get you left in the desert

i know blood gon' shoot that fire 'cause he retarded

he special

i know cuz' gon' take some out for me quick

why he a professional

last nigga shot at me

that shit didn't go successful

free my charles partner

he got caught up with a dirty k

i'm the godfather

know them bloods gon' move whenever i say

pussy nigga

i'ma stand all over you shit with this dirty drink

you know i know where your mammy stay

and where your brother stay

i buy guns up out the store and shoot on my opps every day

i don't tolerate no pistol play

boy you'll get shot in the face

i just dodged my case

murder on my

murder on my

murder on my mind

been whackin' niggas in the city

'fore i whackin' niggas out of town

i can't keep up with your bodies

you in lost and found

i can't keep up with that pussy

she in lost and found

you found it yet?

he say

can't give a fuck 'bout what they say

gun smoke

shoot 'em two times in the head

green light

shoot that bitch while he on red

bsi

he a rat

thats what i read

first degree

you know all my opps

they dead

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

this blow me down as you around

she probably need some

bitch

i ain't trippin on no label

bitch

i'm doin' fiend numbers

and i got that green comin'

everywhere like hot spot

shoot a nigga dead

i ain't do no drive by

top five

dead or alive-live

free skeet

niggas bang but they don't slang

i'm yellin' free meech

dive in her

knee deep

yeah

nigga

big fours

i was probably out here slangin' while you was gettin' phones

got a lame

sent her home

bitch you with the gang now

i don't care who actin'

just get my chain now

left shit the road

the same route

seventy-five

main south

sell the lines

two-fifty

what you need?

gang

gang

gang

gang

still on that murder shit

depending how good the vibe is

i might murder shit

i see the opps

i turn this clean stick to a dirty stick

you run up on me

i shoot you down

don't give a fuck who you is

young nigga

he pullin' 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

i'm on that cut throat

south memphis shit

that shit get you killed

how could your posse go 'gainst me when i taught you off the rip?

i know three niggas thats beneath me thats reachin' for my chips

my cousin died

my nigga died

so i can't slip

i told my bitch 'fore she go to bed

put on that silk

can't buy your dope from me in person

i'm gon' ship

you know this glock on my hip come with hollow tips

even though i sip

the doctors told me do not sip

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