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Gun smoke, when you hear me cockin' it and me gun go
Booyakaa booyakaa, you layin' on the floor, yeah
Buck, buck, buck shots, come, now what you mean?
mad and blood clots

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

Poof, the ghost bitch
When it's gun smoke on the track, you know Ro wrote this
Yeah, Color Changin' Click homie 'cuz I ain't the type
To switch homie the real niggaz never pick phonies

To roll me, I ride 1 deep
Solo with a next to me
So many brothers wanna plex me
And I'ma show em' all next to see

Peek-a-boo, there's gun
how my gun go
Shots out to Po-Yo
On the block Rasaq on the mash for dough

And fly, cocky, ignorant dude
You wanna see me in a ignorant mood
trust me dog, sit and be cool
And we could see how your pivot move

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

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

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

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

In they screamin' get money nigga because I'm true to it
And it's let you tell it, it's somethin' you new to it
And I'ma makin' you bitch niggaz mad at me
Say Koopa, fuck rap, can't 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 handle
Ass niggaz who thinkin' that they have my streets
I'm wavin' my weaponary at a random
Anybody that want it, can get a can of

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

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

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

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

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

Who the hell is this niggin'?
like he ready to slander me
Like he ain't never have to be
Dealin' the, uh Majesty

Chamillionaire yeah, I'm a livin'
You fakin' a
And I don't give a damn who's you in
I bring the roof down like it's weights in the

Yeah, man
Respect the
Respect the
Respect already, get him