- Sheek Louch how many guns 歌詞
- Sheek Louch
- Yeah! I know how to do this, daddy
I done made more trips south than
Ludas caddy
I done been on the block, bust off the glock and dealt with more beef than a **** ******* patty
Sheek aint *********** wit yall, want nothing with yall you aint gon rat on me, before that a whole clip will be left of ease body left somewhere in a dumpster laid on pee (cant you see?)
Im a *********in thug, how i bug you would think
Im on every drug
But I aint, just gnac and an occasional thug, ***********
My crate out in the front wit a deuce deuce a
Newport and half of my weight out
When they dry they bring the other half of the plate out
Im so sick wit it, spit liq wit it
I got tommy guns like the ol gangsta flicks did it, yeah! [Hook]
Who hooder than me?
Who gooder than me?
Lettin off, ***********, all my guns stay on ease
How many guns?
Just a few, we can do it in broad day to see the kind of work
I do Who hooder than me?
Who gooder than me?
Lettin off, ***********, all my guns stay on ease
How many guns?
Just a few,
Im quick on the trigga,
Im Sheek
Louch the
Guerilla, *********** [Verse 2]
Woo! Theres so much tension
Sheek let it off in broad day and
I aint squinchin
Gat to my face and
I aint flinchin
Somebody stayin there like detention
And you aint gotta like me, homie
But just stay in yo lane and keep it to yoself
That way everything you thinkin can stay in yo brain
Nose in the caine, but thats yo biz
But If its my work to be sniffin up, then next week its gon be six ***** ******z pickin up yo ***********-ass body
No chest under your suit, that aint cute
Loud-mouth ******** ***z make them mute (yeah! yeah!)
Im the reason for locks on the door
Im the reason why
Coast Guards is on the shore
Open up, made
Poppi have to lower his roar
Mom and Pop put a number spotter in the back of the store, (Cmon!) [Hook] [Verse 3]
I throw spinners on a 18-wheeler
And pull up with a bunch of naked *********** in the
D-Block trailer
Who hooder than me?
Who gooder than me?
Sheek be on some * **********t like flies an a bee
My wrist so rocky
Im on and off roads
Money dirty need to do a laundry load
I dont blow up
I make the whole town explode
Yo boy Sheek name heavy in every zip code
Sheek gets off the clutch
Doin Donuts in the street,
I make smoke screens without a
Dutch They gon need a gas mask for you
Baby boy,
I go hard
I break bones like
Jackass dudes
How many guns?
Just a few, but you never know what you gon get till the shell come through
Blood, sweat, and tears
Gnac and some beers
You aint heard no ***********t like this in years [Hook ]
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