O-Ru - Gun Smoke Lyrics

I love the smell of the gun smoke
They don't want O in they bushes
Pop out with a trombone
I bend da block
Where the f*ck they gon' run though?
We let em' think that this shit sweet for too long
I'm in da hood gettin top from a red bone
Her man callin collect know she dead wrong
Huggin da one way this shit like a dead zone
Try to spin this shit i'm knockin some heads off
How the f*ck you just a runner
But you tell them hoes dat you a boss
How the f*ck you forget to mention
I had you duckin that wreck in the backyard
I feel like Loc Dog bitch do we have a f*ckin problem?
She on my dick like O, I swear you got f*ckin problems
And I might crash out in this bitch like a truck driver
I just bought a choppa the size of a muf*ckin toddler
She eat the dick like a monster
Grippin her hair I might f*ck up her tonsils
I might nut in her Uhh
I don't f*ck wit no condom
I just love makin opp bitches throw up dat MOB shit
Remember back in the day used to tweak off dat molly
Back when I ain't know shit, but knew how to catch a body
We don't believe you we know you ain't kill nobody
I'm scared to slide on the opps
Cause them pussies be testifying
G19 with a kit
Tryna take this lil bitch on a test run
I never got in that car on a drill and ain't left none
They know who to call on the drill ima stretch some
I blow da ambulance up wit the stretcher
I spin again and again and again like I left some
I put the stick to his chest like a breast pump
Painted his white t shirt wit some ketchup
I been ahead so long they can't catch up
I sat in dat room so long and and fess up
I sat in dat cell so long and ain't bitch up
I been the reason helicopter make pick up
I can still drop a kite make em bleed when he get up
If he come out for chow then he gettin his throat cut
Put his head on a plate if we think he know too much
Shove his head in the toilet that boy was a poo put
Bitch don't do too much
I make what you make in 3 years in 2 months
I might walk in the club and go f*ck up your re up
Pull them racks out my pants dat bitch look like a deer
I could take off my jewels f*ck dat bitch in adidas
But f*ck dat shit I rather f*ck wit my teeth in
When she look back I smile I got dat pussy leakin'
When she look in my eyes she seen a f*ckin demon
I love the smell of the gun smoke
They don't want O in they bushes
Pop out with a trombone
I bend da block
Where the f*ck they gon' run though?
We let em' think that this shit sweet for too long
I'm in da hood gettin top from a red bone
Her man callin collect know she dead wrong
Huggin da one way this shit like a dead zone
Try to spin this shit i'm knockin some heads off
How the f*ck you just a runner
But you tell them hoes dat you a boss
How the f*ck you forget to mention
I had you duckin that wreck in the backyard
I feel like Loc Dog bitch do we have a f*ckin problem?
She on my dick like O, I swear you got f*ckin problems
And I might crash out in this bitch like a truck driver
I just bought a choppa the size of a muf*ckin toddler
She eat the dick like a monster
Grippin her hair I might f*ck up her tonsils
I might nut in her Uhh
I don't f*ck wit no condom
I just love makin opp bitches throw up dat MOB shit
Remember back in the day used to tweak off dat molly
Back when I ain't know shit, but knew how to catch a body
We don't believe you we know you ain't kill nobody
I'm scared to slide on the opps
Cause them pussies be testifying