.357 SMOKE OTW lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Smoke Chapo]
Talking all that sh*t, got his ass sh*t-bagged
Big ass gun and the sh*t got kickback
Play with this sh*t, I'ma shoot up your kickback
Ran up in the spot like "Where the damn bricks at?"
No white flags b*tch, you will get sh*t-bagged
Hundred shooters with me, this van can't fit that
You ain't really in the streets lil' n*gga, you big cap
Your b*tch on my di*k, can't wait to hit that
Tip the purp' in the drink, man I muf*ckin miss that
Two designers on me, hell yeah I mismatch
Two Glocks on me, 'bout to push a n*gga wig back
[?] Gang, yeah b*tch we whack sh*t
Bodybag Gang, hell yeah we whack sh*t
I ain't showing no love, I ain't giving no passes
Young n*ggas break in your sh*t like they hacking
I'm a real street n*gga, yeah a n*gga just rapping

[Verse 2: Slimesito]
I stay 50'd up, I ain't doing no lacking
I souped all the sticks up, so they hit with attachments
I just f*cked your b*tch 'cause she know I'm a savage
I'm trapping out mansions, I don't do abandoneds
I hit with sticks now he's gone off [?]
I slimed out the plug and I bought a new Patek
I'm flipping that pack and it's doing gymnastics
Got doubled down sticks and one under my mattress
Shoot with FN, know it got impact
I'm toting .57, came with no kickback
Shot his ass up, split him like a Kit-Kat
Shot him in the face right in front of his kickback
Bodybag Gang, you know we're toting big straps
Play with that money, n*ggas getting kidnapped
That's your new b*tch, n*gga I been hit that
Try to shoot at me n*gga, I'm gon' spray back
[Verse 3: BigSmokeChapo]
I'm with Boat shooting out the Maybach
We've been shooting at opps n*gga, since way back
My plug still calling 'bout a damn payback
pus*y ass n*gga, I don't do no pay backs
Shoot it out, big ass glick gon meet with a 30 round
All my n*ggas is shooters, what you talkin' 'bout?
.357, Smoke boutta hit the pus*y ass n*gga with a muf*cking 50 cal
Smoking dead opps in the booth right now
Everybody hard 'til they get gunned down
Real trap n*gga, b*tch we're having pounds
Rockstar life, might jump in the crowd
Got three sticks on me, guess how many rounds?
300, feeling like the Spartans right now
50 Gang b*tch, we the hardest right now

[Verse 4: Slimesito]
I still got that stick when I go out of town
I'm smoking on dead opps out the pound
I got some new birds and they finna touch down
50'd up, I hit his ass with 5 rounds
My killers get caught, they won't make no sound
RSG sh*t man, your ass better get down
Got a bad b*tch taking trips on the greyhound
Once you get gunned down n*gga, you gon' stay down
All of my n*ggas known for spraying rounds
That n*gga want smoke, I do him like a pound
Lame ass n*gga, I ran him out the town
I got some young n*ggas gone shoot for respect
You try to run down, you get shot in your chest
I got a bad b*tch, she gon' shoot for the set
I tote that FN, my shooter got a TEC
Slimed his ass out, put his ass in debt
Still got the stick when I'm on the jet