Gunsmoke - Da$h

Gun smoke, gun smoke, everywhere I go it’s gun smoke

Niggas 'round me, they some Cutthroats

Need the bread, getting dumb loaves

Like, fuck with us, you getting fucked off

In a whip, colour duck sauce

Say I need me a benz and I need me a Guatti

I got me some hoes and these drugs in they body

Don’t need me no convo, just need you to top me

Really man, ain’t feel this way in a minute, rack up them digits

Ain’t keeping count, what the fuck am I spending

Check 'round my neck, I got two chainz like I’m Tiddy Boy

Ride with the fire through the city, boy

Shit I got might clear the block

Neighbours hitting floors when they hear the noise

Like huh, yeah

We taking risks for the change, so

We did this shit with a stain, yeah

We ain’t do shit for the clout, so

We did this shit for the gang, yeah

Niggas know they can’t relate, huh

None of us 'round here is fake, huh

Counting up all of this pay, huh

Eighth letter gang, get it straight

Cleaning up the diamonds, toothbrush

FTP sitting on top the vest

Diamonds double dutching around my neck

Feel like Big Soulja, got stacks on deck