midwxst - GUN SMOKE

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

Point 'em to the problem
We can fix that, know that we can solve it
Thought she was a keeper, huh, bitch, you wildin'
My bullets body seekers, know I been dialed in, huh
I can't fuck with no ho, half of them just got problems
Hella shawtys I don't know in my section, they piled in
Test the whip out, I'm tryn' check this ho, oh yeah, I'm spiraling
Take a trip, I'm tryn' go out, yeah, bitch, yeah, to the islands
I don't do construction, but my niggas ready to drill, huh
I'ma need your dogtags, bitch, yeah, I'm confirmed to kill
Niggas tryna touch me, but they cannot touch my skill
Nigga, don't even talk to me, you ain't touch half a mil', huh, huh
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm the best, yeah
I walk in and this hoodie on me, bitch, you know it's (?)
Chasin' you, ho? Know you chasin' me, bitch, know you sent a text
You can pull up, I just want the head, no, I don't want the sex, uh
They said that I'm lame, but I'on know that shit though
I just roll my blunt, that's why I'm not takin' pics, bro
Man, let's fuck this up, know that (?) on my wrist, ho
I see that boy, it's up, on God, I'm take that risk though (Yeah)

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

Yeah, yeah (Chenzo's right here)
Yeah (wxstworld, bitch)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Written by:
Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt III

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