Gunsmoke Town - Kodak Black

Put my life on the line the seventh time for you niggas

And these the same niggas, I catch 'em out here, I'ma kill 'em

It's fucked up out here, at first they cross and then play victim

Your big homies ain't right, lil' Wop lost his life to the system

I fucked off, I lost three million tryna satisfy these bitches

I've been on this KTB business, gotta maximize these riches

Put the hood on my back just for the projects to evict me

I made it with this rap and the same devil tried to trick me

Only right I'm movin' swiftly

I'm shiftin' through the city, tryna duck fake love

One day I'll have everything I envisioned of

I was in the field, slingin' that steel for real, now I get it done

Blood, sweat, and tears behind the scene that y'all ain't get to see

It's still some unfinished business I ain't get to complete

She say if I wasn't rich, then she wouldn't have to compete

If I wasn't famous 'cause it's different bitches on the daily

I ran my money up and got her fightin' for my love

I know she missin' me 'cause I'm missin' her

I'm sittin' like, "How the fuck in one day I ate sixty Percs?"

I'm sittin' here tryna figure out how to get this shit to work

Got a Trackhawk engine on the stick, I put it in reverse, then I slide

Comin' with my youngins, me and them jiggers gon' run up in your house

Two sticks in the handgun and it's rented, ain't for Enterprise

Jump out, get to hittin', we handle business on my fuckin' side

License plate flippin' on that mission every time we ride

Everybody remember me in the projects, from back in the day

Fourteen the first time a shot a nigga, 14-7 LA

Fifteen, I was runnin' in them stores, give me everything

Chew down on my big homie like, "Make sure I get fuckin' paid"

Fuck you mean you gettin' more? That ain't how this finna go

You wasn't with us in the store, you wasn't hidin' in the mo'

Switch the whip, I switched the flow again, you ain't even know

I ain't playin', I'm comin' to get my man, I'm gettin' your man's ho

We get the low, nigga, we ain't playin' with it, put cameras on your shit

We backed in at your crib, you ain't even know it's trackers on your whip

Yep

Fuck nigga, you dust

It's gon' be the second house on the left, soon we get there, lil' one blow it up

So when we get up, we gon' blow that bitch down

Talked to Soda on collect, he know to hold that shit down

From Pompano, yeah, that's my motherfuckin' round

Yeah, he roam where I roam, through that gunsmoke town

Yeah, he roam where I roam, through that gunsmoke town, you heard me?