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

Poof, the ghost bitch
When it's gun smoke on the track, you know Yung Ro wrote
Yeah, forever Color Changin' Click homie 'cuz I the type
To switch homie some the real niggaz never phonies

To with me, I ride 1 deep
with a glock next to me
So brothers wanna plex with me
And show 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 Rasaq on the mash for

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

Bitch, that's how I plex, em'
With a red-beam, not even Neo, can't dodge what I'm
So if you hatin', you better be expectin' 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' tired of 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 playin'
back I'm sprayin' man, I'm, I'm just sayin' mayne
What I do to help you kids understand
Ro, if not for rap for what he is as a man

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

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

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

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

Why you and tellin' my lil Spanish freak?
She kissin' and tellin' me how the it sleep
If it's else it's 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 nigga a fraud? let me see
I know the a lesser man then me
If he said to them of me

You makin' some noise, it jam to me
So the game is gon' depend on me
I'm the that gave you a 50 jammin' street
If I bomb on the nigga, I'ma fantal

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

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

Who the is makin' this niggin'?
like he ready to slander me
Like he ain't gon' have to be
Dealin' the, uh Majesty

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

Yeah, man
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yeah already, get him