Smoking Gun - Fred The Godson, Bobbi Storm

You can do what you wanna do

Nobody’s given you all the rules

Life’s a bitch, but she is the truth

Sex, love, drugs, we on the run (Yeah)

'Cause you’re not done (Miss Storm sing to 'em)

And you’re the one (Yeah)

You can be your smokin' gun

Uh, uh, uh

Get Fred a spoon just to mix it

I’m from the era where Weatherspoon was on the Sixers (Damn!)

Painted room maroon, the room’s where the bricks is

The sink’s broke, super (?)'ll have to fix this

Why worry him? (Why?)

We get it off the books, whoever lie bury 'em

Dope I prepare for them

My animals live in this water, say the trap is an aquarium (Haha)

Seen rich kids in country with fresh air for them

Parents took him to the fair, that wasn’t fair to him (Nah)

I had to rearrange things

My ex took me to the dealer, she showed me that Range thing (Look)

It what the fame bring

Off the nickels had dimes in the quarter to eight, I change things

Hopefully it’s permanent

It’s hard and soft here, it’s like a perm in it, you know

You can do what you wanna do

Nobody’s given you all the rules

Life’s a bitch, but she is the truth

Sex, love, drugs, we on the run

'Cause you’re not done

And you’re the one

You can be your smokin' gun

What you want in life is usually ya preference

I’m big homie, you can use me for a reference (Uh huh)

The beats I rap on could describe I’m destined

The sheets I black on, you prescribe the essence (Woo!)

I provide the session, here’s ya lesson plan

First we test the gram, man on the corner like a concession stand

You ask why I’m employed by the underworld

'Cause ya boy had another girl

And New York take too much taxes

And I ain’t tryna hear all that jazz, I shop at Saks Fifth (Woo!)

You can ask if the humble worry

Only when the bundles vary, I’m tryna bubble, ready (Ready)

A scale in a Corolla doors could smell the odor

Gotta make it for moms, (?) is what I owed her

So everything is set free 'til I’m debt free

Homie let’s see, Bobbi sing, baby

You can do what you wanna do

Nobody’s given you all the rules

Life’s a bitch, but she is the truth

Sex, love, drugs, we on the run

'Cause you’re not done

And you’re the one

You can be your smokin' gun