Gun Smoke ft. Ybc Lil Meir Lyrics

Baby, I can get lost

Can't get enough

Baby, you can get lost

Baby, you can get lost

I'm tryna fuck her with no rubber on

and have that pussy nappin

Boy, we hit your block why you wasn't present

Takin' action ?

It be like a ghost town on they block

We still be clappin

I was 15 on the block with pops too busy trappin

I can't tell no nigga when and not to shoot his gun No

You know that you ain't gon' shoot

So why you got that gun for ?

Police ain't got shit on you

So what the fuck you run for

I'm in love with Mary Jane

And bro in love with gun smoke

We damn near spendin' all our lives

Been tryna kill them niggas

Fuck a four, so I poured up a five

Been tryna kill that feeling

These people know what's in my songs

I'm thinkin' what they hearin

It's a disturbance from my past

Preventin' me from healin

Okay, we hit a couple blocks

And now we racin' home

We in a high speed finna crash

Like, bro, don't call my phone

My people sense I'm tellin' lies

Don't know what's goin' on

I can't talk out my feelings

I put that shit in a song

heartbroken since a kid

So how you lovin' me

She said I'm tellin' lies

Up in disguise , but I don't fuckin' cheat

He said it's , smoke up in the Air

Now, why you play with me

These bullets hot as hell

Boy, can't you tell

Now you can't fuckin' breathe

I told lil kash, we gon' be rich

And I can't wait to blow

Can't wait to rock out all the parties

And turn up the shows

Get some chains for the gang

Like, man, them niggas cold

I told you niggas, we up next

And now we finna blow

Can't wait till brother call my phone

Say he comin' home

So much shit on my mind

I don't got time

So please just leave me 'lone

And I been goin' through depression

So don't call my phone

Free my brother out that jam

I pray you comin' home

I'm tryna fuck her with no rubber on

and have that pussy nappin

Boy, we hit your block

why you wasn't present, takin' action ?

It be like a ghost town on they block

We still be clappin

I was 15 on the block

With pops too busy trappin

I can't tell no nigga

When and not to shoot his gun, No

You know that you ain't gonna shoot

So why you got that gun for

Police ain't got shit on you

So what the fuck you run for

I'm in love with Mary Jane

And bro in love with gun smoke

We damn near spendin' all our lives

Been tryna kill them niggas

Fuck a four, so I poured up a five

been tryna kill that feelin

These people know what's in my songs

I'm thinkin' what they hearin

It's a disturbance from my past

Preventin' me from healin

Okay, we hit a couple blocks

And now we racin' home

We in a high-speed finna crash

Like, bro, don't call my phone

My people sense I'm tellin' lies

Don't know what's goin' on

I can't talk out my feelings

I put that shit in a song