Gun Smoke - Stunna 4 Vegas

A nigga cross that line it’s gun smoke

Bitch we bust pole, cut throat

We deliver beef right to yo front door

Might get to tweaking in this bitch

We make them people call the po po

I’m tryna t-shirt me some shit

We turn a opp into a logo

Gun on my right hip for if shit go wrong

He cross that line I’m bussin'

I still be on that fuck shit, every nigga with me clutchin'

Bitch get down (Aye bitch get down)

We won’t do no fussin'

Dirty stick, clip hold a hunnid

I’ll give her dick and keep her cuming

He say it’s up we put him under

Extension clips, I got a bundle

Won’t go for shit, go ask my momma

We spin back to back like DJ Drama

Mag on the drake shaped like a coma

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 getting 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 nigga

I’m tryna slide on a nigga

A nigga cross that line it’s gun smoke

Bitch we bust pole, cut throat

We deliver beef right to yo front door

Might get to tweaking in this bitch

We make them people call the po po

I’m tryna t-shirt me some shit

We turn a opp into a logo

Gun on my right hip for if shit go wrong

He cross that line we slangin 'iron

I keep it tucked, I’m bangin' mine

We put him up like in the sky

His dick in the dirt like dandelion

Try ya 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 going 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 bitch

A nigga cross that line it’s gun smoke

Bitch we bust pole, cut throat

We deliver beef right to yo front door

Might get to tweaking in this bitch

We make them people call the po po

I’m tryna t-shirt me some shit

We turn a opp into a logo

Gun on my right hip for if shit go wrong