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run up or get fucked up - lil gunsmoke lyrics lyrics

[intro: lil gunsmoke]
mm+mm, mm+mm+mm+mm, mm+mm
long live my brother, he smoked your b+tch+ass cousin
we finna f+ck this b+tch up
go

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[verse 1: lil gunsmoke]
when i shot that p+ssy, i was fresh as h+ll
amiri my jeans, dior on my belt
f+ck your blog, i ain’t postin’ no l
we four deep with sticks and sh+lls
kick that door, bodies droppin’ like h+ll
beat his ass down, we the reason they bail
catch two more, i’m hittin’ twelve, b+tch, go
i don’t tote no nine, only glock or drac’, that weak sh+t jam
you can’t call me no rapper, b+tch, i’m still lettin’ sh+t blam
i lit sh+t up, better ask your fam
i left ten dead, but one in the jam
switch on the b+tch, tap once, it slam, go, go
high+speed chase, don’t crash the whip
f+ck your cousin and f+ck your clique
i ain’t squashin’ sh+t, i want all that smoke
same b+tch talkin’, now he a ghost
i chased a n+gga down with my own feet
come here, b+tch, ain’t no hidin’ from me
took a bullet in the arm, was outside same week
my first drill, i bodied three
i’m a top hitter, y’all know i’m elite
caught five n+ggas on my xd piece
that ho ain’t gang, he ain’t caught no heat
it’s me and drezz in a suv
spin down south, then we spin up east
f+ck y’all n+ggas, i ain’t claimin’ no peace
n+ggas be hoes, be duckin’ that beef, b+tch
[verse 2: k!lla drezz]
when we hop out, we all bang sh+t on sight
we don’t shoot from cars, b+tch, we walk down right
this a brand+new k with a beam so bright
we bust them doors, he tripped, left his ass overnight
i love my scope, i be poppin’ sh+t from deep
me and the gang ride dirty, spinnin’ off west street
i’m really f+cked up, i’ll shoot myself on repeat
smoke said he got a goofy, take him down, that n+gga sweet
caught his dumb ass tryna flex, left his brains on his sneaks
said he had cash on my head, now he gone same week
uh, backend a fiend, he geek without his pills
i know them opps mad as f+ck gettin’ clapped by a deal
don’t take his watch, that sh+t ain’t real
we put tyree’s ass on a mural still
don’t come through if you ain’t with k!lls
i’m tryna slide, who got the steel?
before i bounce out, i grab my ski
twelve hit them lights, b+tch, we gon’ flee
aim at his mouth, knock out his t++th
we in the dirt, b+tch, put on your cleats

[verse 3: lil gunsmoke & k!lla drezz]
ayy, drezz, them n+ggas stay hidin’ low
so when we spin, we creep real slow
we treat his ass like a file, hoe
we hit delete, then wipe that bro
that p+ssy said he lost his mind
b+tch, that weak+ass line ain’t mine
don’t step inside this ride
‘cause that’s how b+tches die
ayy, drezz, you heard about lil’ tone?
the dark skin one who love the hoe?
that b+tch get tossed from east to west
yeah, f+ck yeah, that b+tch a mess
he dissed the set, now he laid to rest
money on my head, they shot my vest
man, i just found out where they rest
you want the k or the .223, bet?

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