Gun Smoke

I love the smell of the gun smoke They don't want O in they bushes Pop out with a trombone I bend da block Where the f*ck they gon' run though? We let em' think that this shit sweet for too long I'm in da hood gettin top from a red bone Her man callin collect know she dead wrong Huggin da one way this shit like a dead zone Try to spin this shit i'm knockin some heads off How the f*ck you just a runner But you tell them hoes dat you a boss How the f*ck you forget to mention I had you duckin that wreck in the backyard I feel like Loc Dog bitch do we have a fuckin problem? She on my dick like O, I swear you got fuckin problems And I might crash out in this bitch like a truck driver I just bought a choppa the size of a mufuckin toddler She eat the dick like a monster Grippin her hair I might f*ck up her tonsils I might nut in her Uhh I don't f*ck wit no condom I just love makin opp bitches throw up dat MOB shit Remember back in the day used to tweak off dat molly Back when I ain't know shit, but knew how to catch a body We don't believe you we know you ain't kill nobody I'm scared to slide on the opps Cause them pussies be testifying G19 with a kit Tryna take this lil bitch on a test run I never got in that car on a drill and ain't left none They know who to call on the drill ima stretch some I blow da ambulance up wit the stretcher I spin again and again and again like I left some I put the stick to his chest like a breast pump Painted his white t shirt wit some ketchup I been ahead so long they can't catch up I sat in dat room so long and and fess up I sat in dat cell so long and ain't bitch up I been the reason helicopter make pick up I can still drop a kite make em bleed when he get up If he come out for chow then he gettin his throat cut Put his head on a plate if we think he know too much Shove his head in the toilet that boy was a poo put Bitch don't do too much I make what you make in 3 years in 2 months I might walk in the club and go f*ck up your re up Pull them racks out my pants dat bitch look like a deer I could take off my jewels f*ck dat bitch in adidas But f*ck dat shit I rather f*ck wit my teeth in When she look back I smile I got dat pussy leakin' When she look in my eyes she seen a fuckin demon I love the smell of the gun smoke They don't want O in they bushes Pop out with a trombone I bend da block Where the f*ck they gon' run though? We let em' think that this shit sweet for too long I'm in da hood gettin top from a red bone Her man callin collect know she dead wrong Huggin da one way this shit like a dead zone Try to spin this shit i'm knockin some heads off How the f*ck you just a runner But you tell them hoes dat you a boss How the f*ck you forget to mention I had you duckin that wreck in the backyard I feel like Loc Dog bitch do we have a fuckin problem? She on my dick like O, I swear you got fuckin problems And I might crash out in this bitch like a truck driver I just bought a choppa the size of a mufuckin toddler She eat the dick like a monster Grippin her hair I might f*ck up her tonsils I might nut in her Uhh I don't f*ck wit no condom I just love makin opp bitches throw up dat MOB shit Remember back in the day used to tweak off dat molly Back when I ain't know shit, but knew how to catch a body We don't believe you we know you ain't kill nobody I'm scared to slide on the opps Cause them pussies be testifying