How Many Guns - Sheek Louch

Artist：sheek louch
Songs Title：how many guns
Yeah
I know how to do this daddy
I done made more trips south than Luda's caddy
I done been on the block bust off the glock
And dealt with more beef than a f**king patty
Sheek ain't f**kin' wit' y'all want nothing with y'all
You ain't gon' rat on me before that a whole clip will be left of ease
Body left somewhere in a dumpster laid on pee （can't you see ）
I'm a mothaf**kin thug how i bug you would think I'm on every **
But I aint just 'gnac and an occasional thug ni**a
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
I'm so sick wit it spit liq' wit it
I got tommy guns like the ol' gangsta flicks did it yeah
Who hooder than me Who gooder than me
Lettin off ni**a 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 ni**a all my guns stay on ease
How many guns
Just a few I'm quick on the trigga I'm Sheek Louch the Guerilla ni**a
Woo There's so much tension
Sheek let it off in broad day and I ain't squinchin'
Gat to my face and I ain't flinchin'
Somebody stayin' there like detention
And you ain't 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 that's yo biz
But If it's my work to be sniffin up then next week
It's gon' be six niggaz pickin up yo b**ch-a** body
No chest under your suit that ain't cute
Loud-mouth niggaz make them mute （yeah yeah ）
I'm the reason for locks on the door
I'm 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 ）
I throw spinners on a 18-wheeler
And pull up with a bunch of naked b**ches in the D-Block trailer
Who hooder than me Who gooder than me
Sheek be on some sh*t like flies an' a bee
My wrist so rocky I'm on and off roads
Money dirty need to do a laundry load
I don't 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 ain't heard no sh*t like this in years