Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah (gun smoke) Yeah (gun smoke) Yeah, yeah (gun smoke) Yeah, yeah, yeah (gun smoke) Yeah, yeah One man army from the get-go (get-go) One man army pullin' kick doors (kick doors) Talkin' out yo' neck get you tag toed (tag toed) I'm a killer whale, you a tadpole (tadpole) Nigga, you got asthma, you don't want smoke (straight up) Who want cancer? I'm giving out smoke (straight up) I got too many bitches, I can't trip bro (on God) Most of the time, I be caked up with my stick bro (on God) Yeah, AK make yo' brotha do the limbo (on God) Make this Glock "Shiggy Challenge" out the window (on God) Savage, why you always rappin' 'bout guns for? (Straight up) 'Cause, bitch, I fell in love with the gun smoke (straight up) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Yeah, gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Put my Glock down, that's a no-no (no-no) When I wear my suit, I tote my .44 (.44) Y'all ain't killin' shit, y'all niggas hoes-hoes (hoes-hoes) Cryin' over pussy, you a broke joke (broke joke) Started with a deuce deuce, turned it to a .38 Then I got a Glock 9, turned it to a AK First I was a leg shooter, now I'm hittin' chest, face She done caught rug burn, give that girl a neck brace Shoot at me with a handgun, that's an insult (straight up) We got plenty sticks, nigga, plus my M's up (straight up) My young niggas ready to crash, they don't give a fuck (straight up) Let it bang, let 'em hang, I'ma drop mine (straight up) I don't need no shooter, everybody know I pop mine (on God) I'm at Crucial on stage with a Glock 9 (on God) I keep one in the head, I ain't got time to cock mine (on God) Murder Gang, nigga, I'm redder than a stop sign (on God) You niggas know you need to cut out all that dickriding (bitch) Skinny capris, you think you finer than yo' bitch, huh? (Lil' bitch) You niggas mad 'cause I keep throwin' up Zone 6, huh? (Lil' bitch) Like "Look at Savage, lil' bitch ass, he think he the shit, huh?" (facts) I think I am when I'm ridin' with this stick, huh (21) I think I am 'cause I just fucked that nigga bitch, huh (on God) I swear to god my deal worth seven figures, not six, huh (straight up) You think you hard, you wanna get shot all up in yo' shit, huh? Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Yeah, gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Put my Glock down, that's a no-no (no-no) When I wear my suit, I tote my .44 (.44) Y'all ain't killin' shit, y'all niggas hoes-hoes (hoes-hoes) Cryin' over pussy, you a broke joke (broke joke)

Big smoke SK level Greaze! Listen Like a bullet from a gun it burns When you realise she was never your girl It was just your turn You got to face your demons, don't matter how much money you earn Your niggas said 4L, but the shit got real and you weren't concerned The same old story, the world spins round and round fam Lessons have to get learned Truth has to be told, I don't bend I don't fold I lost count how many we sold I went silver, I went gold Then I went platinum, so what's next? Supermodels tryna sex, sending nudes on the text Can't believe I used to be vex See it's too easy to write a sad song about how my dad raise me 'Cause I'm looking in the mirror and my dad made me A real top boy I just can't play the victim Been living my life as a kingpin I'm calm with the heat in the kitchen I was a young boy mum told me what my name really means And the power just kicked in I found my way home then I saw my granddad's name on the gravestone, the same as mine Already dead, nothing to fear, I been here from time Chief SK sipping on palm wine Everyday I laugh 'cause these niggas online Another one, here today, gone tomorrow Dick riding for some likes and a follow Putting the work that's all you need to buss Shoutout Lancey, Headie, and J Hus Shout 67, oh you see them with us We was on tour, bare weed on the bus Feds outside, the bus has to push to the next city, gotta rush Big plans getting discussed, freedom is a must Fuck the police, tell em' eat my dust 'Cause still it ain't safe, not even in a world full of cops I got bored of asking when is this hurt gonna stop We don't want to conversate or confirm with the opps It is what it is Recently I've been learning a lot All I know is there's no better feeling, Than getting home and seeing my little girl in the cot, so This year we're done talking, forget the bagga chat, it's just action Man are trolling to get a reaction Everyday it's another distraction Gotta fight temptation, can't get lost in the sauce Have I got a heart, yeah, of course But I had to put my feelings on pause 'Cause like a bullet from a gun it burns When you realise she was never your girl It was just your turn You got to face your demons, don't matter how much money you earn Your niggas said 4L, but the shit got real and you weren't concerned The same old story, the world spins round and round fam Lessons have to get learned Planet Earth

I got my girl pregnant at 19 And I thought I'd never make it All the drama I was facing All my friends was gang related All I gave fuck about was slangin' Never thought of making changes Till we got the crib raided (raided) Drug dealin' cases My homeboy buzzard incarcerated Suddenly my whole life change Now I'm livin' life real slow My lil son is what I live for My whole clicks what I'd kill for Redel castro in sinaloa Now we making that real doe This the shit That I'm built for This the shit He got killed for I swear to god Me & my baby mama Was meant to be Till she went through my phone that night Caught me cheating with Stephanie Naked pictures she txted me Goddamn you stressing me I'm like goddamn you stressing me I'm surrounded by soldiers All the gangstas salute me All the gangstas they love us And they wanna recruit me I swear to god my life's a gangsta movie My life is like a gangsta movie Fumando mota & sellin' coca Like gangsta movies Like Al Pacino Doing perico in mafia movies Shits about to get real I'm tellin you the shits real Wasn't old enough to buy cigarettes But I was old enough to drug deal We was old enough to kill We was old enough to pay bills I was living poor Slept on the floor Tell me how the fuck would you feel? In that one bedroom apartment I was far from stardom Guns in glove-compartments Staying far from the law Enforcement they was on us tough Gang unit rushing us I wrote songs in my worse time When I felt hopeless & suicidal Close friends kept hating on me Shout out to my future rivals Shout out to my newest rivals Who talk shit but I can't find em Mad ass fuck cause they stayed behind But I don't see em I'm still grindin' Life ain't what it might seem Hit the pen at 19 Now I'm out & I'll shoot it out Gangsta shit What you about? My hand guns I can't do without Fuck with me & I'll pull it out Shots are bangin' Shots are rangin' Investigation, snitches singin' Telling cops where the kilos stayin' Telling the cops our information Talking to pops at visitation On parole still debatin' Pick up work still debatin' Still debatin', still debatin' Life ain't what it might mean I got 2 strikes And I might fight three If they catch me with the burner Cause I got a couple fucken murders Coming from the state of California 1, 2, 3 strikes And they will hold ya You weren't trying to do life I thought I told ya All that shit from being a soulja You feel that?

I got 20 on my beat, bitch (Lil' bitch) Uh, fuck a nigga, fuck a nigga (I got 20 on my beat, huh?) Fuck a nigga (4X, 4X, gang) Uh, uh, uh (4 Way, you get this shit the Glo way), uh Fuck a nigga and his clique too (Fuck a nigga and his clique) We beat a nigga drunk or draw down That's how my clique move, uh, uh (Huh? Come here) I got millions on my mental (Cash) I just signed a deal, I'll still slide in a rental (Uh, uh, uh, bow) Uh, diss who? (Huh?) Nigga diss me, we gon' make your family miss you (Poof) Thought I was a referee, Lil Stunna too official Lil' thot can suck and fuck but no, I won't kiss you (Thot, thot) Uh, I won't miss you (Uh, uh, uh, uh) Yeah, I won't leave the house without my pistol (I won't) Go back and forth with the rappin' My lil' niggas gon' get you, uh (Get him outta here) Try and flip you, they blitz you I bet you wish you wouldn't got into this shit (Come here, huh?) When they at your door like the rent due, yeah (Bow-bow-bow) I can't spoil a bitch food (Uh) I get it back and cash out at the mall Spent three racks on a fit, ooh (Yuh) Fuck it, I might buy a glick too (Uh, uh) I ain't nothin' like these friendly-ass rappers I'm not with you, I'm against you (Fuck) Overlap 'em, I'm fin' to (Yeah) My punchlines hit like the stick move (Yeah) She wanna fuck, she get hit with the spin move (Huh?) Bitch, give me your mouth, your dental (Thot, thot) She suck the dick 'til I'm finished (Yeah) Uh, she suckin' me in minutes (Uh) I cannot hate 'cause I get cake He want a verse, I need 10K (Ha) Cash, I ran through plenty Rich youngin, I come turn up in your city for a twenty Ooh, I got on my beat, 20, Glock .23 hold .22 Don't tell me what you finna do (Fuck) Go with your move, we do a nigga pitiful (Yeah) I ain't tryna talk with my revenue Fuck nigga can't come to my avenue (Gang) I'm on a roll, I'm travelin' Two gigs one night, that's a bag or two That get spent on designer shoes, uh (Uh) And designer shit, rockstar my feet Balenciaga kicks (Uh) A in for my bros what I'm tryna get (Huh?) Then a nigga got rich, y'all punched me in Hang with the opps, you one of them Play with this shit and we up on them Four times, they know not to fuck with them (Four times) Uh, they like, "Stunna, where the fuck your mixtape?" Hol' up, nigga (Get off my dick) I'm finna fuck yo' bitch face (Yo' bitch, nigga) I'ma drop that shit when I want to, bitch, wait (Huh, huh?) He a whole dub, eat him up, he a fish plate (Come here) Pops shoulda used a rubber, nigga, you a mistake (Pussy) Punch me in, call me Mister One Take (Punch me in) She get off work, eat that dick up for lunch break (Thot) I don't give a fuck what they gon' say, nigga Play it, get sent up like blessings on a Sunday, huh?

I fuck, then dip, I left her scarred (Uh) Play with me, we pull yo' card (Uh-huh) I told all my jits to play they part (Gang) We zipped his mans and took his heart (four times) These F&N's gon' park the car (Boom) My whip don't need no key to start (Boom) My whip don't need no key to go (Vroom) I drop shit (Boom), he peed a roll (Peed a roll) They slangin' that five, what you need it for? (Bitch) Hope you ready to die, we in demon mode (Let's go) We armed and we ready to crank (We armed) Big charm and my piece in the sink (Ice) I get 'em stank on the way to the bank (Bitch) Want this and get blitzed, What the fuck did hе think? (What the fuck did he think?) Ridin' 'round with that Glock like Marshall Fox (Boom, boom) Bitch, wе want war (Boom, boom), fuck martial law (Boom) I kick her out, like martial arts (Ha, thot) Her nigga broke, but that's his fault (Pussy) I make her spread them legs apart (Come on) Pull a hot girl down, she give me jaw (Uh) Bitch, I'm the one like I can't handle 'em (Uh) I can have them killers layin' in your yard (Uh, uh) Drop a check and get 'em wet (Bow) Lace your kicks, we finna step (Lace up) Smile in her face, I get her wet (Uh) Pop a Perc', we havin' perfect sex (Uh uh) She like, "Big 4, you fuck the best" (Okay) Pull out and bust all on her chest (Come on) He say it's smoke, oh, that's a bet (Bitch) We pop and lay his ass to rest (Gang) Hit from the back and hold my rod (Uh) She say, "Stunna, boy, you hard" (Uh, uh) I fuck, then dip, I left her scarred (Uh) Play with me, we pull yo' card (Uh-huh) I told all my jits to play they part (Gang) We zipped his mans and took his heart (four times) These F&N's gon' park the car (Boom) My whip don't need no key to start (Boom) My ice don't need no flash to bling (Ice ice) Glock .23, attach the beam (Bow) These niggas rats, they eatin' the cheese (Rat) She give me the kitty, I ain't gettin' teased (Uh) We in the Bentley, I'm chuckin' out B's (Sticks) Stunna the sickness, I ain't got no disease (Uh-huh) Pull out the blicky, we givin' 'em Z's (Bah bah) We gettin' ignant, we clearin' the scene (Bah, bah) We can handle the business, let's run up 'em M's (Cheese) She can get freaky, I fuck on film (Hee) Run up on an opp and knock off a limb (Come here) We pull up shots like we at the gym (Shoot) We make him meet the reaper, gone (Uh) He playin' and I pop out his brim (Come here, bitch) Hop in that water, I hope you can swim (Fuck you want?) Bitch, we chop the beef like a blend (Boom, boom) Hit from the back and hold my rod (Uh) She say, "Stunna, boy, you hard" (Uh, uh) I fuck, then dip, I left her scarred (Uh) Play with me, we pull yo' card (Uh-huh) I told all my jits to play they part (Gang) We zipped his mans and took his heart (four times) These F&N's gon' park the car (Boom) My whip don't need no key to start (Boom)