Gun$moke - Destination/State to State (feat. El Camino) Lyrics

Yo, this shit like..
Shit, you know, sometimes you gotta make it interesting for them, you know
Shit get boring after a while
Shit do get boring
Everybody saying this, saying they do this, doing that
Man, they ain't doing shit, go on with that shit
So all in all, what is he really talking about
Huh
Huh
Yo, uh, the breathtaking
Stress made me this way, I'm less patient
Couldn't afford certain shit
Now a check waiting, the Lex waiting, the vets waiting
The bitch sleep the desk vacant
What's going on
These cats gon' get somebody killed the Keltec waiting
You know what I mean
The stewardess on the jet waiting
But let me stop and take this piss at the rest station
I keep a bad bitch in the best placement
You know
You can look out the window and see the jets playing
Go ahead
Take the safety off the pistol when the jet land
Take it off
It's gon' be two black suburbans at the destination
You know
All clearance should ask you for is your registration
And all you should be doing is making reservations
You're not for every rich nigga
That's preservation
Preservation
20 years of school
Got the best education
Smart
But I'ma give you all a jewel
It's bout dedication
This shit bout
You can go and get rich just off of my
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Smoke
Smoke
Yeah
Checking in
Yo, Designer runners
Your outfit trash
If you don't tuck guns
Ain't what we be on
Who cares about the opinions of peons
Sipping red
I'm in my trick bag
20 in the compact
15 in the big mag
Hold on
Smoke
Yeah
Designer runners
Your outfit trash
If you don't tuck guns
Ain't what we be on
Who cares about the opinions of peons
I stayed to myself
Ran that bag up
I aint need help
I'm in my own lane
Failed gym class cause I don't play games
Designer runners
Your outfit trash if you don't tuck guns
Red bottoms on red carpet
Rolled raws every time I spark it
I'm testing out strains
Deciding how much I wanna make niggas pay
Smoking out the pound
Remember I used to cop it by the eighth
Now I'm pushing eights from state to state
Check the stats
Started every game I played in
Pristine pussy from every joint I laid with
Doubing 90% of woman cause most these hoes basic
Doing what they couldn't
A lot of niggas hate it
But I came off the Ralph Lauren cadence
Speeding off with ya maiden In a two door cool gray whip
Its more niggas on my wave than a slave ship
Smoking raw naked like I'm chainless
I'm in her jaws
She giving brain cause she brainless
She said she want me in her throat
Couple minutes later Lil mama she choking on that gun smoke
Cause I
I stayed to myself
Ran that bag up
I had it made with no help
Pull that jag up
Pull that jag up
Let it add up
Let it add up
Who decides war with no belt
Me nigga
Ran that bag up
I ran that bag up
I ran it up nice
Pull that jag up
Pull that jag up