Gunz N Smoke Testo

Come, let me show you the ropes
Tucks come with the lows
Drums come with the dope
Guns come with the smoke
I just want the paper
I just want the paper
Gunsmoke, Gunsmoke

This ain't here a big stepper
I'm just saying I am not the type to get stepped on I ain't got a big weapon
Glock .17 with the switch with the clip long
I ain't finna play with you
Boy, fuck around him, I have to catch a fade with you
Get the blicking broad day with you
Had little homies run down while I bury with you
Little man do a party
Got him out the night, but the nigga got four bodies
Who won't smoke nobody?
Go on once, go on twice, don't want smoke nobody
Tell me what you know about it
I'm strapped right now, nigga, how you won't go by it?
I'm not the one you lean on
The type you wanna try to plot pressure to and scheme on
Put this nigga dream on
Run, nigga, run 'til I have to click the beam on
Red dot ya, I got ya, B-I-G time, who shot ya?
I dropped ya, who popped ya, shit lit
Soon as I spot ya, ooh-wee
Why would you be fuckin' with me? (Gunsmoke, gunsmoke)
Let's take a second here for this moment of violence
You smell it in the air, product of my environment
I come from freestylin' over gunshots and sirens
Nothing more gangster than my voice over these violins
Get down, lay down, it's the wolf of the dog, bam, yeah
Playground, shake down, Audubon, no brakes now
Scanty nigga back, push him, wait now
New death row on the plate now
More details, please do tell
What's that smell, nigga? (Gunsmoke, Gunsmoke)
Shit, you would too, if you knew
What a young nigga had to do
Rendezvous with a pocket too
Rock shit up like Mötley Crüe
In this fight, you gotta stick and move
All my life, I had to show and prove
Still a nigga with a attitude
If you ain't gangster, this is not for you
Yeah, pullin' holes in the palm trees
Dirty money in the laundry (Laundry)
Ten toes in the concrete (Concrete)
Niggas know where to find me (Find)
I got a long reach, this Long Beach, but we don't speak
And you saw what happened to the last nigga
That tried to fuck with my proceeds? (Gunsmoke)

I remember when I was thirteen
Searching for how to get my revenge on the world that hurt me
Thirsty for commas, then double entendres
Turned me to an entrepreneur and a monster
Constantly caught in some kind of controversy (Gunsmoke, Gunsmoke)
That was my mantra, the tantra was kinda, kinda
Sending, but why should I be kinda? The kinda people that work kinda
Me comin' up, so like that syrup, they canceled
I'm 'a say fuck you and your mama, then blame my rap persona (Gunsmoke, Gunsmoke)
That's the excuse that I use to explain my grammar
Allowing me to just do what I do and not face the ramifications
So I can air my frustrations
But I'll be damned if the same reporter's gonna shove another tape recorder
And camera roll in my face while I am at the Burger King
Just to grab my little baby daughter a hamburger like Shady Arda, be amicable
Guess that's the price that you pay for all the glamour, the fame, and stardom
Like when you're treated just like an animal (Gunsmoke, Gunsmoke)
You're not act like one when you came from bottom
But they're gonna make me wanna pull a llama
And make like I'm a mechanical bull (Yeah)
Fuck around and fuck these hoes
Ain't talkin' no luxury clothes
Two nines on tuxedos like rock-and-roll Hall of Famers
Try and duck these, yo—
What the fuck you want?
And I just see you yesterday?
Fuck outta here, fuck it, bitch
Now I'm much older and I may be calmer
Run up on me and I might be a little less likely
To go crazy on ya and lick the

Gunsmoke
I just want the paper
I just want the paper
Gunsmoke, gunsmoke