(Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) yeah One time for the homie DJ Screw Already, I'm feeling throwed in this bitch Up so

Gun smoke (Gun smoke) Yeah (Gun smoke) Yeah, gun smoke (Gun smoke) Put my Glock down, that's a no-no (No-no) When I wear my suit, I tote my .44 (.44) Y'all ain't killin' shit, y'all niggas hoes-hoes (Hoes-hoes) Cryin' over pussy, you a broke joke (Broke

(I wish words were like little toy guns) No sting, no hurt no one, just a bang bang Rolling off your tongue (I wish words were like little toy guns) Yeah, no smoke, no bullets And just a bang bang rolling off your tongue I wish words were like little toy

I'm out the hood, but I'm hood melodic I smoke good narcotics, keep my diamonds polished Throw a dime in Onyx, keep them dollars coming Look at all this money, this is our summer I'm out the hood, but I'm still a hood baby Yeah, I'm still going crazy,