Blac Youngsta – Gun Smoke (feat. 42 Dugg) Lyrics

Gun Smoke

Blac Youngsta (feat. 42 Dugg)

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"Gun Smoke." - Blac Youngsta (feat. 42 Dugg)

Friday, 23 October 2026, 05:13 pm

Album: Code Red

Track No: 08

I was raised on McMillan
Keep actin' like I'm retarded, pussy ass ****, you know what I'm sayin'
Keep actin' like I ain't like y'all ain't been seen me shoot that motherfuckin' fire, ****
You know what I'm sayin', every **** that played with me died, pussy
Gang, gang, gang, big stepper, you can't do no show in my city
Yeah, yeah, rich get pussy, you know we gon' shoot them glock
Hand off them shots and we catch 'em
I'm brought up on murder shit, that murder shit my profession (Gang, gang)
I try keepin' that shit professional, but them **** test me (Okay)
That lil promo run you doin' on me, get you left in the desert (Promo)
I know blood gon' shoot that fire 'cause he retarded, he special (Brrt)
I know cuz gon' take some out for me quick, why he a professional (Facts)
Last **** shot at me, that shit didn't go successful
Free my Charles partner, he got caught up with a dirty K
I'm the godfather, know them bloods gon' move whenever I say
Pussy ****, I'ma stand all over you shit with this dirty drink (Brrt)
You know I know where your mammy stay and where your brother stay (Bitch)
I buy guns up out the store and shoot on my opps every day (Brrt)
I don't tolerate no pistol play, boy, you'll get shot in the face (Whew, woo)
I just dodged my case
Murder on my, murder on my, murder on my mind
Been whackin' **** in the city, 'fore I whackin' **** out of town
I can't keep up with your bodies, you in lost and found (Found)
I can't keep up with that pussy, she in lost and found (Found)
You found it yet?
He say, give no fucks 'bout what they say (Gang, gang)
Gun smoke, shoot 'em two times in the head (Hrrt)
Green light, shoot that bitch while he on red (Bow)
BSI, he a rat, that's what I read (Gang, gang)
First degree, you know all my opps, they dead (Gang)
If they not, swear to god they gon' be dead
I swear to god!
What you finna do
Watch this
Go 'head and leave some, bitch, this blow me down as you around
She probably need some bitch, I ain't trippin' on no label, bitch
I'm doin' fiend numbers and I got that green comin'
Everywhere like hot spot
Shoot a **** dead, and she don't do no drive by
Top five, dead or alive-live
Free skeet, **** bang, but they don't slang, I'm yellin', free Meech
Dive in her, knee deep, yeah, ****, big fours
I was probably out here slangin' while you was getttin' phones
Got a lame, sent her home, bitch you with the gang now
I don't care who I have to show, just get my chain out
Left shit the road, the same route
Seventy-five, Main South
Sell the lines, two-fifty (Red)
What you need?
Gang, gang, gang
Still on that murder shit (Gang, gang)
Depending on how good the vibe is, I might murder shit (Pew, pew)
I see the opps, I turn this clean stick to a dirty stick (Hrrt)
You run up on me, I shoot you down, don't give a fuck who you is (No)
Young ****, he pullin' up in this dump truck and shooting sticks
My chopper got a cooler kit, I'm on that shooter shit
Went against the gang, boy, you got hit up, you thought you was slick (Fuck)
I'm on that cut throat, South Memphis shit, that shit get you killed (Hrrt)
How could your posse go 'gainst me when I taught you off the rip?
I know three **** beneath me that's reachin' for my chip
My cousin died, my **** died, so I can't slip (So I can't slip)
I told my bitch 'fore she go to bed, put on that silk (Put on that silk)
Can't buy your dope from me in person, I'm gon' ship (I'm gon' ship)
You know this glock on my hip come with hollow tips (Brrt)
Even though I sip, the doctors told me "Do not sip," but I still sip
I bet you this chopper make you flip, you gon' still slip (Gang, gang, gang)
Before I met T-Cannon, he was a crip and he still crip
I bust down my AP just like Tip, it's a field trip (Fuck Youngsta)
He say, give no fucks 'bout what they say (Gang, gang)
Gun smoke, shoot 'em two times in the head (Hrrt)
Green light, shoot that bitch while he on red (Bow)
BSI, he a rat, that's what I read (Gang, gang)
First degree, you know all my opps, they dead (Gang)
If they not, swear to god they gon' be dead
I swear to god!

Writer(s): Sammie Benson, Gregory Sanders Jr., Ezekiel Henry, Julien Anderson & Dion Hayes.

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