Slimesito, BigSmokeChapo - .357 SMOKE OTW lyrics

Talking all that shit
Got his ass shit bagged
Big ass gun and the shit got kickback
Play with this shit
I'ma shoot up your kickback
Ran up in the spot like "Where
The damn bricks at?" no white flags bitch
 you will get shit bagged
Hundred shooters with me
 this van can't fit that
You ain't really in the streets lil' nigga
You big cap your bitch on my dick
Can't wait to hit that
Tip the purp' in the drink
Man I mufuckin miss that
Two designers on me, hell yeah I mismatch
Two Glocks on me
'bout to push a nigga wig back
Gang, yeah bitch we whack shit
Bodybag Gang, hell yeah we whack shit
I ain't showing no love
I ain't giving no passes
Young niggas break in your
Shit like they hacking
I'm a real street nigga
Yeah a nigga just rapping

I stay 50'd up, I ain't doing no lacking
I souped all the sticks up
So they hit with attachments
I just fucked your bitch 'cause
She know I'm a savage
I'm trapping out mansions
I don't do abandoneds
I hit with sticks now he's gone off
I slimed out the plug and
I bought a new Patek
I'm flipping that pack and
It's doing gymnastics
Got doubled down sticks and
One under my mattress
Shoot with FN, know it got impact
I'm toting 57, came with no kickback
Shot his ass up, split him like a Kit-Kat
Shot him in the face right
In front of his kickback bodybag Gang
You know we're toting big straps
Play with that money
Niggas getting kidnapped
That's your new bitch, nigga I been hit that
Try to shoot at me nigga
I'm gon' spray back

I'm with Boat shooting out the Maybach
We've been shooting at opps nigga
Since way back
My plug still calling 'bout a damn payback
Pussy ass nigga, I don't do no pay backs
Shoot it out
Big ass glick gon meet with a 30 round
All my niggas is shooters
What you talkin' 'bout?
357, Smoke boutta hit the pussy ass
Nigga with a mufucking 50 cal
Smoking dead opps in the booth right now
Everybody hard 'til they get gunned down
Real trap nigga, bitch we're having pounds
Rockstar life, might jump in the crowd
Got three sticks on me
Guess how many rounds?
300, feeling like the Spartans right now
50 Gang bitch, we the hardest right now

I still got that stick when I go out of town
I'm smoking on dead opps out the pound
I got some new birds and
They finna touch down
50'd up, I hit his ass with 5 rounds
My killers get caught
They won't make no sound
RSG shit man, your ass better get down
Got a bad bitch taking trips on the greyhound
Once you get gunned down nigga
You gon' stay down
All of my niggas known for spraying rounds
That nigga want smoke, I do him like a pound
Lame ass nigga, I ran him out the town
I got some young niggas
Gone shoot for respect you try to run down
You get shot in your chest
I got a bad bitch
She gon' shoot for the set
I tote that FN, my shooter got a TEC
Slimed his ass out, put his ass in debt
Still got the stick when I'm on the jet