(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

There were seven Spanish angels At the altar of the sun They were prayin' for the lovers In the valley of the gun gun When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared There was thunder from the throne And seven Spanish angels Took another angel home He looked

Ooh, stop the madness I stunt on my enemies, it can get tragic He don't want no smoke with me, I let him have it She said she wan' fuck with me 'cause I'm a savage I'm smoking OG straight out the package You can't tell me anything, I'm a savage Now I'm

I got the shotgun blues Shotgun blues I said I don't know what I did But I know I gotta move I got too much here to lose I can't wait here forever An now you're blowin' smoke I think you're one big joke

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'm facing problems everyday I can’t solve 'em everyday They want the truth everyday I’m being honest everyday I wake up everyday Smoke this blunt everyday Go to work everyday To make a buck everyday This one for the boy who grew up

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,

(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

Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up, my nigga? Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my nigga Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga Gunner, Gunner Walk up in the spot with hella

Carry your world I'll carry your world Some saw the sun Some saw the smoke Some heard the gun gun Some bent the bow Sometimes the wire Must tense for the note Caught in the fire, say oh