Gunsmith lyrics

by

22nd Jim



[Verse 1: Lingo]
Who said I ain't the youngest n*gga up? I must be
If you around me [?] then you lucky
She gave me a bag, she wasn't there when I was dusty
[?] she wanna f*ck me
Me and Jim and ALLBLACK, we been serfing all week
[?]
Put my young n*ggas up, right before they go [?]
I can't sell you no pint, but I can sell you some green
Since I been a kid, we been taking n*ggas' watches
Now I'm getting older, we been selling n*ggas boxes
She used to call me [?] now she call me toxic
All the baddies in the bay know I'm the topic

[Verse 2: 22nd Jim]
In the vet getting neck, hit the button, now it's top
Know I'm never loanly, always clutching on the rocket
I count hundred after hundred, bairley fit it in the pocket
You n*ggas broke, really be jokes, really elergic to the profit
Stop it, my n*ggas rolling with me, so I'm rocking
[?] n*gga play [?] know we drop sh*t
22nd n*gga, [?] talking hot sh*t
I'm hardly ever in the booth, I'm on the block, b*tch
Bend a n*gga block with some chopsticks
Knock a b*tch n*gga straight up out his outfit
Take risks, take trips, make it count, b*tch
That n*gga reach for this watch, get dropped, b*tch
[Verse 3: DaBoii]
You let a n*gga reach for this water [?] his ass [?]
My n*ggas really with the sh*t, you can ask around
So motherf*cking deep, [?] round
[?] Monday Night Raw, this a smackdown
b*tch thought that I hit that sh*t raw, she a drunk [?]
She impressing n*ggas in the club, [?]
Why you still hanging with that n*gga? I heard cuz snitched
b*tch, keep talking [?] tryna f*ck, b*tch
Gang, that b*tch lieing, if she told you she don't suck di*k
b*tch just tryna f*ck, you know [?]
Bust down [?]
[?] how you put a fully on [?] gunsmith, n*gga
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