Lil 6lock 17 - Gun Smoke lyrics

Aye man, you already know what
The fuck goin’ on, it’s lil 6lock in
This bitch man, whole lotta LVK shit
Nigga, gang! Aye, aye, aye, aye!

6lock by my hip bitch you know ima hit
Extended the clip boy I’ll see you in a bit
I’m ridin’ the whip
Man im swervin’ this shit
Got dope in the pot
Bruh I cook it like crock
Liftin’ like Dwayne, yo I’m harder than rock
Pushin’ the trees, while I’m sippin’ ciroc
Smokin’ this weed, got dope in the spot

Aye, aye, aye, yeah

Fuckin’ yo bitch, bro she ridin’ the cock
And in case that she snitch
Bro we runnin’ from cops
Just like I’m Jordan, you know I got hops
I’m totin’ them pistols
You know they not props
I’m not gonna miss, cuz I got the red dots
Bеt I’m shootin this shit
But I don’t got a plot
I’ll leave you in a grave
Bitch you know you gon rot

Aye, aye, aye, aye

I’m writin’ this shit, cuz you know I forgot
A pussy, what they call me
But you know that I’m not
I’ll get yo ass shot
Boy you know that you caught
Fucking with me but we know that you fraud
I’m on the damn plane
Bitch I’m flyin’ abroad a broad
I’m makin’ my music and goin’ beyond
Yo bitch hit me up, I’m not gon respond
I’m chillin’ in the water like
A duck in a pond she cast a damn spell like
A witch with the wand
She got the light hair
Man you know that she blonde
She caught my damn eye
And since then I was fond
She was fucking me up when
She entered my mind
Erasing my memories she left ‘em behind
I can’t get ‘em back cuz there harder to find
She cut my damn eyes
As she left me all blind
I’m writing my music, and looking for a sign
Getting this money
Bitch you know I’m a grind
Like a five-0 but we runnin’ on sight
Seein’ the lights damn they
Flashin’ so bright
6lock 17 bitch I’m holdin’ it right
It’s not goin’ off, cuz I’m gripin’ it tight
I hold it upright, now I aim down the sight
Pullin’ the trigger, we started the fight
I wake up next mornin’ and ready to drive
I pick up my homie we roll a 35
We gettin’ so high, bruh, we feelin’ alive
They was shootin’ at us but
You know we survived
Head to the party, bro, we gotta arrive
Dressed to the nines, and we feelin’ devine
We stayin’ protected, I’m clutchin’ M9
Yes a Beretta, I gotta define
Snortin’ this coke, bitch I’m doin’ a line
Strap by my side, and you know that it’s mine
Ice on my neck and I’m feelin’ so fine
Goofy ass nigga, man, you look like a vine
I’m sippin’ the Henny, and sippin’ the wine
Comin’ for me, bitch, I know that you not
Shots to his head, and, you know it's a lot
You know I’m a savage I carry them clips

Aye, aye, aye, aye

You know I’m a stoner I’m eatin’ some chips
I got a good girl, and I’m sucking her nips
Got some A-K’s and they come with the grips
Whole lotta blunts, and I got the damn zips
I got the damn lean, and I’m taking some sips
Fuckin’ with me bet I’m shootin’ this shit
One shot to his head, and then I’m a split
Writing these songs, bro I gotta commit
Suicide, pit and I’m throwin’ a fit
Bet I’m fucking your bitch and
I’m rubbin’ her clit
Since a damn jit, bro you know I’m a hit
Fuckin’ with me but I come with the glicks
Just like my song, bro, you know I’m a
Ima mix
Yo girl she be textin’ she sendin’ them pics
Silly ass rabbit, don’t come for the tricks
Trix all these blood suckers, man, they
Feel like some ticks, aye