Stunna 4 Vegas - Gun Smoke Lyrics

Cross that line, it's gun smoke

A nigga cross that line, it's gun smoke
Bitch, we bust poles, cutthroat
We deliver beef right to your front door
Might get to tweaking in this bitch
We make them people call the popo
I'm tryna T-shirt me some shit
We turn an opp into a logo
Gun on my right hip for if shit go wrong

He crossed that line, I'm bustin'
I still be on that fuck shit
Every nigga with me clutching
Bitch, get up, uh
We won't give no fucks
Dirty stick clip hold a hunnid
I give her dick and keep her coming
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 Drac' shaped like a comma
Forgot to mention, I got commas
He want a verse then send a wire
He can get him wet, I can get him higher
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 by bad he a news clip
I get 'em popped for them blue strips
They tryna go live and get into it
I'm tryna slide and give it to him

I'm not tryna go live with no nigga
You know I'm tryna slide on a nigga

A nigga cross that line, it's gun smoke
Bitch, we bust poles, cutthroat
We deliver beef right to your front door
Might get to tweaking in this bitch
We make them people call the popo
I'm tryna T-shirt me some shit
We turn an 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 your luck, play with me, get buck
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 they spot, Jehovah's Witness
I send a blitz, won't send a midget
Throw back a Perc, I go to itchin'
G-23, 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 poles, cutthroat
We deliver beef right to your front door
Might get to tweaking in this bitch
We make them people call the popo
I'm tryna T-shirt me some shit
We turn an opp into a logo
Gun on my right hip for if shit go wrong