Fear, love, hope, what I'm bettin' on
Tip over the cup and put the Bible on it
Suicide, light me up a smokin' gun
Bunny hoppin' over caskets in the rabbit hunt
Hangin' in the garden with my rope cuts
Slashin' all the tires on them old trucks
I don't f*ck with grandpa, he's an old f*ck
Yea that boy got money but it's old stuff
Yeah, it's old stuff, you ain't havin' no bucks
We ain't givin' no f*ck, yea you niggas switched up
Yeah, we havin' big bucks, pullin' up in Tonkas
Yeah my watch is froze up, now these niggas know us
Damn, these bitches know us and these niggas owe us
All these bitches chose up, now my pockets obese
Chuggin' Jacky Daniel's, I'm a burnout
I'm buried in the sand, forgot the thirst now
Saw a skin-walker, send an alert out
I forgot who I am and I'm concerned about it
I am agitated
I forgot my name
101 entities look down on me in shame
I don't like what I say
I lost my confidence today
Fear, love, hope, what I'm bettin' on
Tip over the cup and put the Bible on it
Suicide, light me up a smokin' gun
Bunny hoppin' over caskets in the rabbit hunt
Hangin' in the garden with my rope cuts
Slashin' all the tires on them old trucks
I don't f*ck with grandpa, he's an old f*ck
Yea that boy got money but it's old stuff
Pickin' up all the flowers on the lawn
Then I put 'em in a flower pot
Wait, Ima put the flowers in my lungs
She's tellin' me she likes the person I've become
Percocet in my pocket, I don't drink Jack Daniel's
Me and my boys get lit like candles
She text me sayin' she wants answers
Ima act like it went over my head like antlers
I'm a brown eyed boy like Andrew Spacey
She gave me her number and said call me maybe
Baby, when you text me back you got my heart racing
Ima roll up this nightmare pack, let's smoke maybe
Smokin' Gun (feat. Bully Sand, Ntm Steez & Yungster Jack) Video (MV)
Performed By: OMEGASPACEY
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: Ben Thomas, Jordan Stanley, Andrew Kodner, Jack Engelbrekt
OMEGASPACEY - Smokin' Gun (feat. Bully Sand, Ntm Steez & Yungster Jack) Lyrics
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Fear, love, hope, what I'm bettin' on
Tip over the cup and put the Bible on it
Suicide, light me up a smokin' gun
Bunny hoppin' over caskets in the rabbit hunt
Hangin' in the garden with my rope cuts
Slashin' all the tires on them old trucks
I don't f*ck with grandpa, he's an old f*ck
Yea that boy got money but it's old stuff
Yeah, it's old stuff, you ain't havin' no bucks
We ain't givin' no f*ck, yea you niggas switched up
Yeah, we havin' big bucks, pullin' up in Tonkas
Yeah my watch is froze up, now these niggas know us
Damn, these bitches know us and these niggas owe us
All these bitches chose up, now my pockets obese
Chuggin' Jacky Daniel's, I'm a burnout
I'm buried in the sand, forgot the thirst now
Saw a skin-walker, send an alert out
I forgot who I am and I'm concerned about it
I am agitated
I forgot my name
101 entities look down on me in shame
I don't like what I say
I lost my confidence today
Fear, love, hope, what I'm bettin' on
Tip over the cup and put the Bible on it
Suicide, light me up a smokin' gun
Bunny hoppin' over caskets in the rabbit hunt
Hangin' in the garden with my rope cuts
Slashin' all the tires on them old trucks
I don't f*ck with grandpa, he's an old f*ck
Yea that boy got money but it's old stuff
Pickin' up all the flowers on the lawn
Then I put 'em in a flower pot
Wait, Ima put the flowers in my lungs
She's tellin' me she likes the person I've become
Percocet in my pocket, I don't drink Jack Daniel's
Me and my boys get lit like candles
She text me sayin' she wants answers
Ima act like it went over my head like antlers
I'm a brown eyed boy like Andrew Spacey
She gave me her number and said call me maybe
Baby, when you text me back you got my heart racing
Ima roll up this nightmare pack, let's smoke maybe
Tip over the cup and put the Bible on it
Suicide, light me up a smokin' gun
Bunny hoppin' over caskets in the rabbit hunt
Hangin' in the garden with my rope cuts
Slashin' all the tires on them old trucks
I don't f*ck with grandpa, he's an old f*ck
Yea that boy got money but it's old stuff
Yeah, it's old stuff, you ain't havin' no bucks
We ain't givin' no f*ck, yea you niggas switched up
Yeah, we havin' big bucks, pullin' up in Tonkas
Yeah my watch is froze up, now these niggas know us
Damn, these bitches know us and these niggas owe us
All these bitches chose up, now my pockets obese
Chuggin' Jacky Daniel's, I'm a burnout
I'm buried in the sand, forgot the thirst now
Saw a skin-walker, send an alert out
I forgot who I am and I'm concerned about it
I am agitated
I forgot my name
101 entities look down on me in shame
I don't like what I say
I lost my confidence today
Fear, love, hope, what I'm bettin' on
Tip over the cup and put the Bible on it
Suicide, light me up a smokin' gun
Bunny hoppin' over caskets in the rabbit hunt
Hangin' in the garden with my rope cuts
Slashin' all the tires on them old trucks
I don't f*ck with grandpa, he's an old f*ck
Yea that boy got money but it's old stuff
Pickin' up all the flowers on the lawn
Then I put 'em in a flower pot
Wait, Ima put the flowers in my lungs
She's tellin' me she likes the person I've become
Percocet in my pocket, I don't drink Jack Daniel's
Me and my boys get lit like candles
She text me sayin' she wants answers
Ima act like it went over my head like antlers
I'm a brown eyed boy like Andrew Spacey
She gave me her number and said call me maybe
Baby, when you text me back you got my heart racing
Ima roll up this nightmare pack, let's smoke maybe
Writer: Ben Thomas, Jordan Stanley, Andrew Kodner, Jack Engelbrekt
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid