Gunsmoke

Lil' Neal on the track, so you know the beat retar... Ayy, Chris, what you on, bro? Gimme a joe What you on, bro? (Doin' shit, back when I was doin' this shit), hah Ayy, it's YoungBoy (I ain't on shit) You already know me, alright, I ain't on shit, nigga I'm on that same shit, gang shit Murder gang, big boolin' shit (Boolin') Smokin' dope on some coolin' shit (Coolin') Don't tell me to go fuck with it Nigga, if you don't want do this shit Tell me how you won't do this shit FN, Glock, MAC-10s Comin' at me on no foolish shit (Bitch) Pullin' in, we spray 'em then (Lay it on) Niggas steady chokin' from our gun smoke (Pop-pop) These niggas start to runnin' when my gun blow (Pop-pop) This shit can go each way, we gon' let it blow (Pull up) Choppers at your throat (Pop), knockin' at your door I roll like ahks, we gon' have some problems (Yeah) Pussy nigga, who wan' do it with the dada? Yeah Whack shit, spray this bitch all at your mama (Brrap) Or at your mammy, whatever you wan' call her (Ahh, bitch) I'ma walk in with a thirty stick (Thirty) Move on, I'ma shoot this bitch (Ha) Say somethin', I ain't goin' back on nothin' (Nah) Load up, bullet through that shit (Through it) Long cutter with the coolin' kit Hold a shotta, real strong it kick (Through his ass) Kill 'em all, I don't know who to get (Buck) Lay 'em down, and that stupid bitch No, oh, no, I got Herm on guard (Guard) Wildin' out with these murder cards Slime nigga, that's Blood gang (Slime) Ridin' 'round with that murder squad (Squad) Who said they gon' kill AI? Fuck nigga, they don't know YoungBoy Broke niggas gon' see these cars (Gon' see these cars) Pullin' up, hoppin' out with rods Murder gang, we just boolin' shit Smokin' dope on some coolin' shit (Coolin') Don't tell me to go fuck with it Nigga, if you don't want do this shit (Yeah) Tell me how you won't do this shit (Baow) FN, Glock, MAC-10s Comin' at me on no foolish shit Pullin' in, we spray 'em then (Lay it on) Niggas steady chokin' from our gun smoke (Pop-pop) These niggas start to runnin' when my gun blow (Pop-pop) This shit can go each way, we gon' let it blow Pull up, choppers at your throat, knockin' at your door Hah (What you on, bro?) Yeah, huh (We gon' let it blow) You know it's 4K Trey, Northside 38, (Choppers at your throat) Ain't nobody safe, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today? Ol' bitch-ass nigga, slime Blood gang, big boolin' shit, yeah, hah Smokin' dope on some coolin' shit Yeah, you know what it is, free Choppa Boy