GUN SMOKE (feat. Big Drippa T)
JDTheSun
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If anything in this life is simple If history has taught us anything It's that you can kill anyone Yea niggas do alot of talking Niggas be saying they get money Niggas be saying they get that shit They dont really be on shit BDT, JD, you already know what it is All yall niggas aint on shit Pussy Drip Is that not it Its not personal It's strictly business Let me think and roll This shit off top like finger roll B-B-BDT gon' be the greatest, bitch I'll let you niggas know Niggas always sleeping on Big Drip but bitch I'm boutta blow I just got some pack today, I think that shit was indigo Imma pull off, speeding in a Lamb' when Big Drippa blow TNT dont ask about that TTC that nigga know Tryna keep the grass cut, cuz niggas always switching though I could never be that way my trigger finger itching bro Work a nine to five Bitch I'm grinding like a slave And my momma always tripping, man I'm tryna get us a paid I-I just hit this white hoe yesterday, that pussy lemonade And she don't really f*ck with you because your ass is minute maid BDT been really snapping, bitch watch how I get us paid I done moved up out my momma house, now bitches getting slayed I done chopped it up w Trig he got a plan to get us made And if that nigga really want that smoke, watch how we gon invade (Drip) Who want smoke Shit I got a store on me Crew that start a war for me Bad bitches adoring me But bitch, you just boring me Snitch, see the lord for free We gon act accordingly Not cordially You swore to me you's different You told me you was finished Forsee my ambition Still you hold me to the minimum Shit, I aint got no time for that F*ck a rhyme, I aint gon whine Get in line, step behind Where's yo nine on forty-five I got my iron by my thigh Just like my fingers when I'm riding with your dime Can't rewind the way she felt but she gon try Sipper Fiji water Till she turnt it to the finest wine Shining, check the diamond mind I'm mining what you'll never find And f*ck a job, no nine to five Gon' take me out my element Two weeks for some presidents Need a settlement Typa' paycheck after one show See you down and bad, you acting up though I got what you need, I'll make it cheap A hundred off of the gun smoke Let me think and roll This shit off top like finger roll B-B-BDT gon' be the greatest, bitch I'll let you niggas know Niggas always sleeping on Big Drip but bitch I'm boutta blow I just got this pack today, I think that shit was indigo Imma pull off, speeding in a Lamb' when Big Drippa blow TNT dont ask about that TTC that nigga know Tryna keep the grass cut, cuz niggas always switching though I could never be that way my trigger finger itching bro
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