Lyric Get Yo Guns
[talking]
Yeah man, uh, I m in the studio with Big Flake
Uh huh, that s my nigga, he fin to wreck this bitch
Yo, we shut them down with Dopehouse Records
We re family, we ride together we roll together
For you hoes that don t understand it, fuck you
KnowI mtalkingbout, yo, uh
[Big Flake]
Big Flake bitch yeah, you know me
Ride around in my city in a leg-O-D
Like, I hit the block with a glock in my priches
Fuck the pool shit and I got something for you bitches
That s all in my space, trying to take a nigga place
But I ain t with the shit, get the fuck out my face
Fuck a case, the hooter can t hold me down
I m 300 pounds, six feet you know me now
And show me bitch where the dance at shack
Got a cannon on my waist and bitch I blast back
Get the last laugh, cause I ain t stopping till I fold you
I flip young boys like a ki of soda
It s the take over, Shut Em Down on the map
And we don t give a fuck I drop bombs like a jap
And throwed tracks, and throwed raps, I bust caps
Now what y all little niggas know about that
First we click clack, then you hear it go pop
I m a young little g and man I can t stop
I m non shalant, so I can t be detected
And you heard the ghetto message, and bitch I wrecked it
It s like I resurrected and just came up out the grave
Cause everytime I grab the mic, all these niggas in a daze
It s like almighty, when you creep up in the hood
Every corner you weak, my g s up to no good
It s understood, my crime stories and dope sales
My nigga Los said, man dope sales
You gone fell, if you try to test this
I m like daytime T.V., young and restless
Check the guest list, me and D V.I.P.
I m a cold ass mex call me frosty
Don t try to cross me, cause I don t like hoe niggas
I bust down the door with a 4-4 nigga
Do I like dro no nigga, Big Flake on the loose out
Hold a grudge with two face niggas fuck they damn troops, bitch
[talking]
That s real my nigga
Fuck these hoe ass niggas
[Chorus - 2x]
You bring your boys, I ll bring my boys
You get your guns, I ll get my guns
[South Park Mexican]
On the play list, diamond bracelets
Then we make hits, V-12 s makeshift
Spent a few years in this rap game
Slanging cocaine, nasty sacks say
Niggas I was selling kilos, and elbows with
Are the same motherfuckers that I do shows with
Smoke indo, and fuck with some thick hoes
My enemies roll deep like some minnows
I m ?stilloes?, the one you came to for caine fool
When you got robbed when you had to explain to
I can t do the dope, said it before
Devil in the mic, mesmerized be the row
As a plan of skills, I m still cracking rims
I got a beer belly look like I m having twins
I m the youngest, mom say I m the worst
The finest bitch in my school was the fucking nurse
Only heaven knows, what I ve been through
In third grade I got busted with ?hijitsu?
Now I rest my head in a hotel room
With a gun and a bitch and some used balloons
Watching cable half a eight on the table
Mix a two liter with four O s of maple
I m wago ami wathro, come through the back door
And went for bout 80 pounds of wacky tabacco
I jack hoes, but now I m trying to rap though
My nextdoor neighbor played for the Astros
And last night he hit two home runs
Everywhere I go I got at least four guns
I got two plants, that grow under lamps
I m at the club just wishing I could dance
Man I got cash, still I m a klepto
I like to watch my dog eat up other dogs and let go
I m murdering, I ll destroy any earthling
Choking on his own blood, gargling and gurgling
Step to me, you better be hard
I know you motherfuckers remember me from Reveille Park
[Chorus - 4x]
Yeah man, uh, I m in the studio with Big Flake
Uh huh, that s my nigga, he fin to wreck this bitch
Yo, we shut them down with Dopehouse Records
We re family, we ride together we roll together
For you hoes that don t understand it, fuck you
KnowI mtalkingbout, yo, uh
[Big Flake]
Big Flake bitch yeah, you know me
Ride around in my city in a leg-O-D
Like, I hit the block with a glock in my priches
Fuck the pool shit and I got something for you bitches
That s all in my space, trying to take a nigga place
But I ain t with the shit, get the fuck out my face
Fuck a case, the hooter can t hold me down
I m 300 pounds, six feet you know me now
And show me bitch where the dance at shack
Got a cannon on my waist and bitch I blast back
Get the last laugh, cause I ain t stopping till I fold you
I flip young boys like a ki of soda
It s the take over, Shut Em Down on the map
And we don t give a fuck I drop bombs like a jap
And throwed tracks, and throwed raps, I bust caps
Now what y all little niggas know about that
First we click clack, then you hear it go pop
I m a young little g and man I can t stop
I m non shalant, so I can t be detected
And you heard the ghetto message, and bitch I wrecked it
It s like I resurrected and just came up out the grave
Cause everytime I grab the mic, all these niggas in a daze
It s like almighty, when you creep up in the hood
Every corner you weak, my g s up to no good
It s understood, my crime stories and dope sales
My nigga Los said, man dope sales
You gone fell, if you try to test this
I m like daytime T.V., young and restless
Check the guest list, me and D V.I.P.
I m a cold ass mex call me frosty
Don t try to cross me, cause I don t like hoe niggas
I bust down the door with a 4-4 nigga
Do I like dro no nigga, Big Flake on the loose out
Hold a grudge with two face niggas fuck they damn troops, bitch
[talking]
That s real my nigga
Fuck these hoe ass niggas
[Chorus - 2x]
You bring your boys, I ll bring my boys
You get your guns, I ll get my guns
[South Park Mexican]
On the play list, diamond bracelets
Then we make hits, V-12 s makeshift
Spent a few years in this rap game
Slanging cocaine, nasty sacks say
Niggas I was selling kilos, and elbows with
Are the same motherfuckers that I do shows with
Smoke indo, and fuck with some thick hoes
My enemies roll deep like some minnows
I m ?stilloes?, the one you came to for caine fool
When you got robbed when you had to explain to
I can t do the dope, said it before
Devil in the mic, mesmerized be the row
As a plan of skills, I m still cracking rims
I got a beer belly look like I m having twins
I m the youngest, mom say I m the worst
The finest bitch in my school was the fucking nurse
Only heaven knows, what I ve been through
In third grade I got busted with ?hijitsu?
Now I rest my head in a hotel room
With a gun and a bitch and some used balloons
Watching cable half a eight on the table
Mix a two liter with four O s of maple
I m wago ami wathro, come through the back door
And went for bout 80 pounds of wacky tabacco
I jack hoes, but now I m trying to rap though
My nextdoor neighbor played for the Astros
And last night he hit two home runs
Everywhere I go I got at least four guns
I got two plants, that grow under lamps
I m at the club just wishing I could dance
Man I got cash, still I m a klepto
I like to watch my dog eat up other dogs and let go
I m murdering, I ll destroy any earthling
Choking on his own blood, gargling and gurgling
Step to me, you better be hard
I know you motherfuckers remember me from Reveille Park
[Chorus - 4x]
