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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Savage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ahmar Bailey
Songwriter
Nicholas Robert Luscombe
Songwriter
Frederikus van Workum
Songwriter
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Hazel
Producer
Freek Van Workum
Producer
ItsNicklus
Producer
mac attkisson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Gun smoke)
Yeah (Gun smoke)
Yeah, yeah (Gun smoke)
Yeah, yeah (Gun smoke)
Yo, yo
[Verse 2]
One man army from the get go (Get go)
One man army pullin' kick doors (Kick doors)
Talkin' out your neck get your tag toed (Tag toed)
I'ma killer whale, you a tadpole (Tadpole)
****, you got asthma, you don't want smoke (Straight up)
Who want cancer? I'm giving out smoke (Straight up)
I got too many bitches, I cant trip, bro (On God)
Most of the time I be caked up with my stick, bro (On God)
Yeah, AK make your brother do the limbo (On God)
Make this Glock "Shiggy Challenge" out the window (On God)
Savage, why you always rappin' bout guns for? (Straight up)
'Cause, bitch, I fell in love with the gun smoke (Straight up)
[Verse 3]
Gun smoke (Gun smoke)
Gun smoke (Gun smoke)
Gun smoke (Gun smoke)
Gun smoke, yeah (Gun smoke)
Gun smoke (Gun smoke)
Gun smoke (Gun smoke)
Gun smoke (Gun smoke)
Gun smoke (Gun smoke)
[Verse 4]
Put my Glock down, that's a no, no (No, no)
When I wear my suit, I tote my .44 (.44)
Y'all ain't killin' shit, y'all ****'s hoe's hoes (Hoe's hoes)
Cryin' over pussy, you a broke joke (Broke joke)
[Verse 5]
Started with a deuce deuce, turned that to a .38
Then I got a Glock 9, turned that to a AK (Chopper)
First I was a leg shooter, now I'm hittin' chest, face (Face)
She done caught rug burn, get that girl a neck brace
Shoot at me with a handgun, that's an insult (Straight up)
We got plenty sticks, ****, plus my M's up (Straight up)
My young **** ready to crash, they don't give a fuck (Straight up)
Let it bang, let 'em hang, I'ma drop mine (Straight up)
I don't need no shooter, everybody know I pop mine (On God)
I'm at Crucial on stage with a Glock 9 (On God)
I keep one in the head, I ain't got time to cock mine (On God)
Murder Gang, ****, I'm redder than a stop sign (On God)
You **** know you need to cut out all that dick ridin' (Dick ridin')
Skinny capris, you think you finer than your bitch, huh? (Your bitch)
You **** mad 'cause I keep throwin' up Zone 6, huh? (Lil' bitch)
Like, "Look at Savage, lil' bitch ass, he think he the shit? (Facts)
I think I am when I'm riding with the stick, huh (21)
I think I am 'cause I just fucked that **** bitch, huh (On God)
I swear to God my deal worth seven figures, not six, huh (Straight up)
You think you hard, you wanna get shot up all in your shit, huh?
[Verse 6]
Gun smoke (Gun smoke)
Gun smoke (Gun smoke)
Gun smoke (Gun smoke)
Gun smoke, yeah (Gun smoke)
Gun smoke (Gun smoke)
Gun smoke (Gun smoke)
Gun smoke (Gun smoke)
Gun smoke (Gun smoke)
[Verse 7]
Put my Glock down, that's a no, no (No, no)
When I wear my suit, I tote my .44 (.44)
Y'all ain't killin' shit, y'all ****'s hoe's hoes (Hoe's hoes)
Cryin' over pussy, you a broke joke (Broke joke)
Written by: Ahmar Bailey, Frederikus Theodorus Cecilia Van Workum, Nicholas Luscombe, She'yaa Bin Abraham-Joseph