GUN SMOKE lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, how much is your shirt, bro?
Know I keep my gun, yeah, in my wardrobe
Yeah, this sh*t from the back, can't cop this from the store
And my cutters, they don't miss, they love that gun smoke, yeah

[Verse]
Yeah, point 'em to the problem
We can fix that, know that we can solve it
Thought she was a keeper, ha, b*tch, you wildin'
My bullets body seekers, know I've been doubtin'
Huh, I can't f*ck with no ho, half of them just got problems
Hella shawties I don't know in my section, they piled in
Test the whip out, I'm tryna test this ho, oh, yeah, I'm spiralin'
Take a trip, I'm tryna go out, yeah, b*tch, yeah, to the Islands
Huh, yeah, and I don't do construction, but my n*ggas ready to drill
Huh, I'ma need your dog tags, b*tch, yеah, I'll confirm your kill
n*ggas tryna touch me, but they cannot touch my skill
n*gga, don't evеn talk to me, you ain't touch half a mill'
Huh, huh, yeah, yeah, b*tch, I'm the best, yeah
I walk in, this hoodie on me, b*tch, you know it's Vette’
Chasing you? Hell nah, you chasin' me, b*tch, know you sent the text
You can pull up, I just want the head, no, I don't want the sex
She said that I'm lit, huh, like I don’t know that sh*t, though
I just rolled my blunt, that's why I'm not takin' pics, bro
Finna spark this up, know the flames shine on my wrist, ho
I see that boy, it's up, know that I’m gon' take that risk, dawg
[Chorus]
How much is your shirt, bro? Uh
Know I keep my gun, yeah, in my wardrobe
Yeah, this sh*t from the back, can't cop this from the store
And my cutters, they don't miss, they love that gun smoke, yeah

[Outro]
(Chenzo's right here)
Yeah, uh, yeah (wxstwrld, b*tch), uh, yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah-yeah