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Gun smoke, when you me cockin' it back and me gun go
Booyakaa booyakaa, leave you layin' on the floor,
Buck, buck, buck shots, come, come now what you
Pussy mad and clots

Gun smoke, when you hear me it back and me gun go
Booyakaa booyakaa, leave you on the floor, yeah
Buck, buck, buck shots, come, come now what you
Pussy mad and clots, gun smoke

Poof, nobody the ghost
When it's gun on the track, you know Yung Ro wrote this
Yeah, Color Changin' Click homie 'cuz I ain't the type
To switch some the real niggaz never pick phonies

To roll me, I ride 1 deep
with a glock next to me
So brothers wanna plex with me
And I'ma em' all who's next to see

Peek-a-boo, gun smoke
how my gun go
Shots out to Po-Yo
On the block like on the mash for dough

And I'ma fly, cocky, dude
You don't wanna see me in a mood
trust me dog, sit and be cool
And we could see how fast your move

Bitch, that's how I plex, em'
With a red-beam, not even Neo, can't what I'm shootin'
So if you hatin', you be expectin' some fire
From nobody, the ghost and the Messiah

So what you sayin' slick, say it to my
It's on the tip of my and I'm gettin' tired of it's taste
Hey, that's not for you son, let me you the truth son
You not the son, we the realest reppin' Houston

Color Changin' Click, we hot, ain't playin'
Cockin' back I'm sprayin' man, I'm, I'm just mayne
What I gotta do to help you kids
Love Ro, if not for rap for he is as a man

I'ma in the hood for niggaz that struggle
Quit complainin', singin' sad get up and hustle
Get ya mayne, sleep later and hoes get nothin'
No love, no patience, no cash, no love, just

In they face screamin' get money nigga I'm true to it
And it's nothin' let you it, it's somethin' you new to it
And keep makin' you bitch niggaz mad at me
Say Koopa, fuck rap, niggaz fuck with my mentality

Yeah,
Yeah, yeah, nobody, the man
Sho', uh, uh,
It's Koopa, that Mixtape, M-m-mixtape, M-m-mixtape Messiah

Yeah, I'm the man the chief, look how I weak
Ass niggaz who thinkin' that they have my streets
I'm wavin' my weaponary at a random
Anybody that it, can get a can of beef

Why you kissin' and tellin' my lil Spanish
She kissin' and me how the bang it sleep
If it's someone else playin', it's weak
It's a problem who gonna go handle it, me

Real niggaz be what type of man is he
Is the a fraud? Nigga let me see
I know the nigga a man then me
If he said to instead of me

You makin' noise, it don't jam to me
So the game is currently depend on me
I'm the nigga gave you a 50 jammin' street
If I bomb on the nigga, I'ma fantal

Give a damn if I loose a couple fans a
'Cuz niggaz real is gonna stand with me
Give a damn if I loose a friends a week
'Cuz I to the end and it'll end with me

And some pretend to be,
But they just the feeling
You know he fake and you fakin' it him
And the nigga be thinkin' his is hittin'

Who the is makin' this niggin'?
Feel he ready to slander me
he ain't never gon' have to be
Dealin' with the, uh

Chamillionaire yeah, I'm makin' a
You a livin'
And I don't give a who's house you in
I bring the roof like it's weights in the ceiling

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yeah already, get him