In this intense track, Stunna 4 Vegas portrays a gritty narrative centered around street life and the harsh realities of gang culture. The lyrics highlight themes of violence, loyalty, and retribution, where crossing boundaries results in deadly consequences ("cross that line, it's gun smoke"). The artist emphasizes his readiness to confront adversaries with firearms ("we bust poles") and delivers threats directly to their doorstep 🚪. The recurring motif of transforming enemies into symbols (e.g., T-shirts or logos) underscores the permanence of these violent acts. Additionally, Stunna 4 Vegas blends braggadocio with a sense of paranoia, always prepared for conflict ("gun on my right hip for if shit go wrong"). This song serves as a stark reminder of the cyclical nature of violence within certain environments 🔄.
Gun Smoke
Lyrics
Cross that line, it's gun smoke
A nigga cross that line, it's gun smoke
Bitch, we bust poles, cutthroat
We deliver beef right to your front door
Might get to tweaking in this bitch
We make them people call the popo
I'm tryna T-shirt me some shit
We turn an opp into a logo
Gun on my right hip for if shit go wrong
He crossed that line, I'm bustin'
I still be on that fuck shit
Every nigga with me clutching
Bitch, get up, uh
We won't give no fucks
Dirty stick clip hold a hunnid
I give her dick and keep her coming
He say, it's up, we put him under
Extension clips, I got a bundle
Won't go for shit, go ask my momma
We spin back to back like DJ Drama
Mag on the Drac' shaped like a comma
Forgot to mention, I got commas
He want a verse then send a wire
He can get him wet, I can get him higher
New opp pack I'm getting higher
New Glock 10 I'm tryna use it
Big F&N clip full of blue tips
Catch him by bad he a news clip
I get 'em popped for them blue strips
They tryna go live and get into it
I'm tryna slide and give it to him
I'm not tryna go live with no nigga
You know I'm tryna slide on a nigga
A nigga cross that line, it's gun smoke
Bitch, we bust poles, cutthroat
We deliver beef right to your front door
Might get to tweaking in this bitch
We make them people call the popo
I'm tryna T-shirt me some shit
We turn an opp into a logo
Gun on my right hip for if shit go wrong
He cross that line, we slangin' iron
I keep it tucked, I'm bangin' mine
We put him up like in the sky
His dick in the dirt like dandelion
Try your luck, play with me, get buck
I stand on every line
We let off rounds and still get off them pounds
Just like exercise
I keep a rod, ain't goin' fishin'
I'm worldwide, opps gotta listen
Walk down on they spot, Jehovah's Witness
I send a blitz, won't send a midget
Throw back a Perc, I go to itchin'
G-23, the clip extended
We kill the beef and clear the business, gang, bitch
A nigga cross that line, it's gun smoke
Bitch, we bust poles, cutthroat
We deliver beef right to your front door
Might get to tweaking in this bitch
We make them people call the popo
I'm tryna T-shirt me some shit
We turn an opp into a logo
Gun on my right hip for if shit go wrong
Writer(s): Khalick Caldwell
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, The Administration MP, Inc.
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