Hunxho – Gun Smoke Lyrics

Gun Smoke

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"Gun Smoke." - Hunxho

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 09:38 am

Album: Street Poet

Track No: 10

Yeah
17 years old, but you couldn't tell, 'cause he look 25
Fuckin' up in school, and he stay in and out of juvenile
Mama see him on the news, but she can't believe it, 'cause he his mama child
Dropped down to his knees about a hundred times, and he was taught the right way
He got the chance, he took the other side, he wake up thinkin', "Pray"
Then say he straight, thoughts change to homicide
Stressin' 'bout the bills, he feel like damn, he gotta help out
Had to step up at a young age 'cause his pops decided to step out
Anger in his body, seen his brother body stretched out
He thinking 'bout the killer, and he know him too
You ain't gotta be no quarterback to see just what he goin' through
Put your arm inside no aura, see what that firearm do
He by his self, he don't fuck with ****
And that shit crazy 'cause mom dukes ain't even fuckin' with him
And he went Muslim in the county, so lil' bro read the Quran every night
He gotta babysit his son every night
And his baby mama down for him
She ain't trippin', spray a whole hundred-round for him
His BM know he goin' through it, she was cryin' for him
Know he wanna slide on the opps
She been fuckin' with 'em, so she got the drop
Time to hit his mans up, time to get his hands dirty
Gave his mans the Drac', he gon' rock out with his man's 30
Told him pull up on the Eastside and he got the G-ride
Draco in his coat and he geeked up off the dope, he don't give no fucks
Hopped inside the car soon as his mans pulled up
Gloves on, coat on, and his mask rolled up
Pulled up to the opps' spot, now it's time to post up
Put they guns in the air, this for my brother, ****, toast up
Black car pulled up, hopped out with a bag on him
Both his pockets full, so they know he got some cash on him
Trigger finger twitchin', his man ready to smash on him
Soon he hit the door, they on his ass like some pants on him
Guns on him, stripped him butt-naked, it ain't nothin' on him
Lil' bro took gloves and his mask off, ain't nothin' on 'em
Flipped the script and put the gun on his mans, he tried to run from him
Hit his mans in the back, his mans drop, he took the gun from him
Blood all in his man's eyes like, "Where the love go?"
Ain't no love when you fuck my baby mama, ****, gun smoke
Turn around, tryna hit the opp, the opp got guns, though
He already knew it was over, gun smoke

Writer(s): Saad Amin.

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