Gunsmoke Town lyrics

[Intro: CEO Trayle]
Yeah
(Dubba-AA flex)
Yeah
(Winning lottery numbers coming up)
I'm just tryna keep doin' what I be doin' at the end of the day anyway
There's not really too many n*ggas out here that's solid
And, no, I don't feel like no rapper
No, I never do
I wish I could
(This is the sound)

[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
I cut out bullsh*t, I respect real sh*t
Car got a kill switch, Drac' with a kill switch
Do you really think I need a Drake verse or some Kendrick sh*t?
Do you really think I need that bad b*tch or a badder b*tch?

[Verse: CEO Trayle]
I was tryna go and get a box of bricks, Xanax box some sh*t
n*ggas be schemin', tryna get rich quick, ayy, I'd rather work for this
Dugg said, "Let's finish it up," n*gga, I popped two Percs for this
p*ss in that bottle, nah, I can't miss, a chemist mixin' the mеdicine
When it rains it pours and n*ggas get drеnched, cold water open my pores and sh*t
You was gon' cross me, I saw that sh*t from a mile away
n*gga go broke, then I'll go buy me a brick and go find a play
Ayy, Dubba-AA, know, n*gga, I appreciate you and everything you say
A n*gga ever shoot at you, I'm shootin', that's the only way
Ayy, late nights, n*gga, in the studio, I'm booted, just me and KK
Backdoor the grenade, I'm ready to pull this pin, n*gga, just stay safe
n*gga, Backdoor TNT, if I like this sh*t, n*gga, just stay safe
Ayy, get all the goofy n*ggas out the way, pocket watching b*tches out the way
Told that b*tch I was on the way, but b*tch, I ain't on the way
Late night in the back was May, one-fifty on the e-way
b*tch starin' at me all in my eyes, I'm Lamar Jackson, finna run the play
I get me another Maybach 'cause Forgis goin' today
Uh, an orgy was goin' on 'round my way, that's ten b*tches tryna play
And I came through the back door, I don't know what the front door look like to this day
Ayy, ayy, three hoes, C4 Santa Claus, I bet they hop in the sleigh
I give Yak a hundred thousand, I know he'll be f*ckin' it up next day
Ayy, my friend, know he just got his date
I'll take two bad b*tches on a date
All these b*tches bad 'cause I don't date
And my pockets fat, ain't been eatin' cake
And if you a rat, n*gga, stay away
Glock 19 with switch in place
Ayy, I wanted to be the dope boy, I turned myself to the dope man
I know you can do what the Four can
n*gga OD'd, so I hit him with Narcan
Goin' to war, Backdoor, he a Spartan
It's not unusual like cartoon
And this white b*tch wanna get spray tanned
Ass so fat, you would think she was Black, damn
Uh, yeah, I was drownin' underwater, Dubba-AA pulled me out
Yeah, them my n*ggas, tryna talk to Four, they hit the jack right now
b*tch, you a five or six at best, pipe all that lil' sh*t down
Yeah, yeah, I'm ridin' dolo, me and Draco through the gun smoke town
[Chorus: CEO Trayle]
I cut out bullsh*t, I respect real sh*t
Car got a kill switch, Drac' with a kill switch (This is the sound)
Do you really think I need a Drake verse or some Kendrick sh*t? (Winning lottery numbers coming up)
Do you really think I need that bad b*tch or a badder b*tch?

[Outro: CEO Trayle]
Ayy, do you really think I need that bad b*tch or a badder b*tch?