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gun pt. 2 - smokingskul lyrics

[intro]
don’t show me no guns ’cause we see all of that
n*gga tryna wrestle, glock gon’ put ’em in that mat
sippin’ on that lean, that sh*t got me dj phat (d*d*d*dj phat)
these n*gga know*
yeah, yeah (su*woo!)
these n*ggas ain’t give me no flow

[verse]
(d*mn, dj phat, you made the block hot)
yeah, yeah (su*woo!)
these n*ggas ain’t give me no flow
walk in this b*tch with a mask, like, “get in the floor”
i ain’t worried ’bout that lil’ sh*t ’cause we gon’ up the score
these n*ggas up, why they dissing for? b*tch
i’m in texas, lookin’ for a 4, b*tch
we be coolin’ where you wanna go, b*tch
two guns, angelina jo’, b*tch (this is a dj phat exclusive)
you just a b*tch
glock, it got switch
come, you get bl!cked
walk ’round with that stick
walk ’round with that gl!ck
come ’round, you get packed
come ’round with that*
come ’round with that mac
we got cheese for a rat
don’t show me no guns ’cause we see all of that
n*gga tryna wrestle, glock gon’ put ’em in that mat
sippin’ on that lean, that sh*t got me dj phat (d*d*d*dj phat)
these n*gga know they ain’t really like that
i got hillbilly guns, tell that n*gga, “cut the cr*p”
we done seen them chops, n*gga, we is not impressed
we aiming for that figi, take off that vest
when we see that n*gga, we gon’ up it, yeah
sippin’ grey goose, i ain’t duckin’, yeah
without that bread*winning, these n*ggas ain’t on nothing
he got his first gun, now he think he on something, aye
[verse 2]
if we got beef, i ain’t squashing it
i’m in the crowd with the glock, i mosh with it
i gotta drac’ on me, i’m josh with it
that rock, i’m toph with it
that glock, he soft with it
that fn, i talk with it
i ain’t stressing, i pop with it
rat ass n*gga, man, i hate those
catch ’em where he lay, we make his case close
b*tch, that rat pack, you know that we face it
ayy, in that scat pack, you know we don’t break those
ayy, what he say?
full speed, what? nitro
ayy, you a b*tch, what? yeah, lipo
he gon’ need life insurance, geico
these n*ggas fake crazy, fake psycho
i be shooting like i’m tyco
who got these n*ggas fake hype though?
n*gga see me, he went red like a typo
yeah, if the glock invited too then i might go
ayy, this glock foryou, let’s go viral

- smokingskul lyrics

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