Gun Smoke lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, boy Stxnk, you hard)
Cross that line, it's gun smoke

[Chorus]
A n*gga cross that line, it's gun smoke
b*tch, we bust poles, cut throat
We deliver beef right to yo' front door
Might get to tweakin' in this b*tch
We make them people call the po-po
I'm tryna T-shirt me some sh*t
We turn an opp into a logo
Gun on my right hip for if sh*t go wrong

[Verse 1]
He cross that line, I'm bussin'
I still be on that f*ck sh*t, every n*gga with me clutchin'
b*tch, get down (Ayy, b*tch, get down)
We won't do no fussin'
Dirty stick, clip hold a hundred
I'll give her di*k and keep her c*mmin'
He say it's up, we put him under
Extension clips, I got a bundle
Won't go for sh*t, go ask my mama
We spin back to back like DJ Drama
Mag' on the Drac' shaped like a comma
Forgot to mention, I got commas
He want a verse, then send a wire
He can get him whacked, I can get him hired
New opp pack, I'm gettin' higher
New Glock 10, I'm tryna use it
Big F&N, clip full of blue tips
Catch him down bad, he a news clip
I get him popped for them blue strips
They tryna go live and get into it
I'm tryna slide and give it to him
I ain't tryna go live with no n*gga
I'm tryna slide on a n*gga

[Chorus]
A n*gga cross that line, it's gun smoke
b*tch, we bust poles, cut throat
We deliver beef right to yo' front door
Might get to tweakin' in this b*tch
We make them people call the po-po
I'm tryna T-shirt me some sh*t
We turn an opp into a logo
Gun on my right hip for if sh*t go wrong
[Verse 2]
He cross that line, we slangin' iron
I keep it tucked, I'm bangin' mine
We put him up like in the sky
His di*k in the dirt like dandelion
Try your luck, play with me, get bucked, I stand on every line
We let off rounds and still get off them pounds, just like exercise
I keep a rod, ain't goin' fishin', I'm worldwide, opps gotta listen
Walk down on the spot, Jehovah witness
I send a blitz, won't send a mention
Throw back a Perc', I go to itchin', G23, the clip extended
We kill the beef and clear the business, gang, b*tch

[Chorus]
A n*gga cross that line, it's gun smoke
b*tch, we bust poles, cut throat
We deliver beef right to yo' front door
Might get to tweakin' in this b*tch
We make them people call the po-po
I'm tryna T-shirt me some sh*t
We turn an opp into a logo
Gun on my right hip for if sh*t go wrong