Smith n Wesson lyrics

[Intro]
DY Krazy

[Chorus]
I remember back last summer I was unpaid
Gotta wash the Balmains I got food stains
Got my 9 right now, yeah it's on my waist
Bought my sideb*tch a Gucci bag I made her day (I made her day)
I'm up in Chicago I came from LA
I don't want no trouble that don't mean im gon' run away
Put you on with my opps b*tch you sloppy seconds
I'll get to flexin', she get to beckin'
Say hello to my friends Smith & Wesson

[Verse]
Brand new pair of ricks, ain't look at the tag
My bands in my pocket cause my .40 in my bag (in my bag)
If I take your b*tch you know you'll never get her back
Right next to my strap, VVS cold no avalanche
Chasing dope like taliban
f*ck yo' b*tch then did it again
Boolin' on the percs again
Told that b*tch that she can meet me in Atlanta
Got no problem when I'm pourin' up that fanta
f*ck yo' b*tch in the back of my brand new Phantom
Bought a Lamborghini I can't even drive
If they want me, they gon' have to get me die
If they want me, they gon' have to get in line
Cause I ain't going out like that b*tch that's on my life
I feel like Tony Montana with all the [?]
I feel like Tony Montana with all the white
I ballin' hard I'm in that ghost like poltergeist
It's triple 9, I can tip a 4 but I pass the white
I count the money up and spend it on my guys
You bought a couple Gucci shoes you feelin' fly
You talking tough, I'm talking tough, let's see who's tougher
That .40 on me super raw I do you rougher
[Chorus]
I remember back last summer I was unpaid
Gotta wash the Balmains I got food stains
Got my 9 right now, yeah it's on my waist
Bought my sideb*tch a Gucci bag I made her day (I made her day)
I'm up in Chicago I came from LA
I don't want no trouble that don't mean im gon' run away
Put you on with my opps b*tch you sloppy seconds
I'll get to flexin', she get to beckin'
Say hello to my friends Smith & Wesson