Gun Smoke

Cross that line, it's gun smoke A nigga cross that line, it's gun smoke Bitch, we bust poles, cut throat We deliver beef right to yo' front door Might get to tweakin' in this bitch We make them people call the po-po I'm tryna T-shirt me some shit We turn an opp into a logo Gun on my right hip for if shit go wrong He cross that line, I'm bussin' I still be on that fuck shit, every nigga with me clutchin' Bitch, get down (Ayy, bitch, get down) We won't do no fussin' Dirty stick, clip hold a hundred I'll give her dick and keep her cummin' He say it's up, we put him under Extension clips, I got a bundle Won't go for shit, go ask my mama 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 whacked, I can get him hired New opp pack, I'm gettin' higher New Glock ten, I'm tryna use it Big F&N, clip full of blue tips Catch him down bad, he a news clip I get him popped for them blue strips They tryna go live and get into it I'm tryna slide and give it to him I ain't tryna go live with no nigga I'm tryna slide on a nigga A nigga cross that line, it's gun smoke Bitch, we bust poles, cut throat We deliver beef right to yo' front door Might get to tweakin' in this bitch We make them people call the po-po I'm tryna T-shirt me some shit We turn an opp into a logo Gun on my right hip for if shit 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 bucked, 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 the spot, Jehovah witness I send a blitz, won't send a mention Throw back a Perc', I go to itchin', G23, the clip extended We kill the beef and clear the business, gang, bitch A nigga cross that line, it's gun smoke Bitch, we bust poles, cut throat We deliver beef right to yo' front door Might get to tweakin' in this bitch We make them people call the po-po I'm tryna T-shirt me some shit We turn an opp into a logo Gun on my right hip for if shit go wrong