CEO Trayle, VL Deck - Gun Smoke lyrics

From the bottom, nigga
I told lil' bro he gon'
Be big with big money no capucino, fiend

Aight, Deck fifty on a new choke
Made it off of crack smoke
I'm up now, fuck broke
My side of town gunsmoke
I ride around with lawnmowers
So many straps, I own a gun store
Load the gas, don't do coke aight, Deck
Fifty on a new choke
Made it off of crack smoke
I'm up now, fuck broke
My side of town gunsmoke
I ride around with lawnmowers
So many straps, I own a gun store
Load the gas, don't do coke

My city under siege
Full of priests, they rockin' B's
Pushin' packs my pedigree
I fight for real, I never sleep
I'm in the field, don't need no cleats
My pension came from sellin' weed
Fuck your plug, come shop with me
My prices cheap, I bet you eat
I run through cases every week
Come to codeine, I got scripts
Don't see no drought, I'm plugged for real
Thirty-four, I'm sellin' seals
On beats, I trap, you hear my skills
I rap the truth, I give 'em chills
I sold sacks to pay the bills
'Fore DJ Drama, had a grill
Batcave with commas, easy kill
Survive the jungle, clutchin' steel
My empire built off digital scales
The way I'm livin', it'll scare you
I always won, I never fail
I get you burnt, don't do no sparin'
Yes, I rap, but not your average
With this Glock, boy, I'm a savage
May need to stop doin' these Addies

Fifty on a new choke
Made it off of crack smoke
I'm up now, fuck broke
My side of town gunsmoke
I ride around with lawnmowers
So many straps, I own a gun store
Load the gas, don't do coke aight, Deck
Fifty on a new choke
Made it off of crack smoke
I'm up now, fuck broke
My side of town gunsmoke
I ride around with lawnmowers
So many straps, I own a gun store
Load the gas, don't do coke

I spent fifty on a two-tone
Grab the scale and bust a 'bow
Saint John, Saint Martin, tuck a boat
Get cold, I go Moncler the coat
Like Alejandro with the coke
We up the funds before we spoke
Got them traphouse neighborhood hero
Can't find a bigger backer door
Got some fine lil' bitches baggin' dope
Got double digi' bags for low
Who rappin'? Might be Big Backdoor
He found a schizophrenic flow
A psycho, pull my mask down to the floor
Crash just pulled down to your show
DC divers, we gon' flow
Just poured up fours with loyal bros
I pay his lawyer fees and buy
Him a new change of clothes
Either he can go legit or he
Can try again with 'bows
I put my trust in him, and in the end
That nigga told
The streets ain't fit for Eminem
It's VL Deck and Big Backdoor

Deck fifty on a new choke
Made it off of crack smoke
I'm up now, fuck broke
My side of town gunsmoke
I ride around with lawnmowers
So many straps, I own a gun store
Load the gas, don't do coke aight, Deck
Fifty on a new choke
Made it off of crack smoke
I'm up now, fuck broke
My side of town gunsmoke
I ride around with lawnmowers
So many straps, I own a gun store
Load the gas, don't do coke