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nezzus – gun smoke lyrics

gun smoke lyrics
[verse 1: slimesito]
i’m son of a plug, got that sh+t from my mother
i got a sweet white play, he up in tucker
all my n+ggas from the gutter
my slime b+tch set you up ’cause you a sucker
you know i’m so slime, ran off on my brother
my n+gga out bad, he sold to undercover
i can’t love that b+tch, i never been a lover
i’m serving them packs, yeah, i got that sh+t from my mother
draco on me and it singing like usher
call bigsmokechapo he gon’ buss you
i shoot a n+gga for my brother
i’m f+cking your b+tch and i used a rubber
stepping on bricks, i got that from my father
i got a b+tch trapping and she go to harvard
i’m in the trap with them shooters and robbers
ain’t worried bout sh+lls ’cause i got revolvers
got lean in the baby bottle like a toddler
i’m smoking that opp pack like a rasta

[verse 2: neezus]
it’s nezzus, b+tch
hit the little boy with the sig
rich slime gang, b+tch, know what it is
i be smoking exotic, not smoking no mid
in a srt with a tint
i’m up in this b+tch and i still got the bl!ck
counting these hunnids, got f+ck n+ggas sick
we done came along way from just splitting up cents, b+tch
young n+gga still got the gl!ck though
i really be working on doing no kick door
i’m boolin with sito we swerving the benzo
this big ass chop stick make him do limbo
i’m addicted to money, i really do get dough
n+ggas ain’t on sh+t and i swear they got no hope
gangway n+gga, addicted to gun smoke
fifty round on me, lil’ b+tch, better get low
play with gang, b+tch, we go loco
f+ck do you think we got these guns for?
since i was a jit, i been dodging the popo
i keep buying this drip but i never can go broke
real top floor sh+t we ain’t f+cking with no folks
young rich n+gga sh+t, i ain’t f+cking no broke ho
i swear that this money a part of my mojo
[verse 3: slimesito]
i got some young shooters, them n+ggas so loco
i got a young n+gga who still pulling kick doors
i got some new guns like i just got a cheat code
i’m still in the trap and i’m posted with oso
my n+ggas so skitz, they in love with that gun smoke
i ride with two glocks, man, you know i’m not solo
put your ass on a shirt just like some polo
that n+gga got shot in the chest with that .44
my bro on the road and he still doing 44
my n+gga so slimy, i just robbed my kinfolk
i still got the strap, i’m not going for sh+t bro
i just got out jail and i’m still hitting l!cks bro
i hit for ten racks, yeah, i’m back on my sh+t bro
i shoot a whole clip and you know i’m gon’ reload
that ar+15 got you doing a go+go
f+ck on your b+tch and i pass her to momo
vvs diamonds, they look like a snow globe
i’m on the block and i’m front row
you know i’m so shiesty, they calling me cutthroat

- nezzus lyrics

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