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Stunna 4 Vegas – Gun Smoke Lyrics

Gun Smoke By Stunna 4 Vegas

A nigga crossed that line, it’s gun smoke
Bitch, we bust poles and cut throat
We deliver beef right to your front door
Might get to tweaking in this bitch
We make the people call the po po

I’m tryna T-shirt me some shit
We turn an opp into a low go
Gun on my right hip for if shit go wrong

He crossed that line, I bust it
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 dyck, and keep it coming
He says, it’s up, we put him under
let’s stick the clips, I got up on
Won’t go for shit, go ask my momma

We spin back to back like DJ Drama
Nag on them Drake check like a comma
Forget to mention I got commas
He want a verse then send a wire
He can get him wet, I сan 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

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