How Many Guns Lyrics
| Song | How Many Guns |
| Artist | Sheek Louch |
| Album | Walk Witt Me |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jacobs, Middleton, Ousley ... | |
| 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 fucking patty | |
| Sheek ain't fuckin' 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 mothafuckin thug, how i bug you would think | |
| I'm on every drug | |
| But I aint, just 'gnac and an occasional thug, nigga | |
| 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! [Hook] | |
| Who hooder than me? | |
| Who gooder than me? | |
| Lettin off, nigga, 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, nigga, all my guns stay on ease | |
| How many guns? | |
| Just a few, | |
| I'm quick on the trigga, | |
| I'm Sheek | |
| Louch the | |
| Guerilla, nigga [Verse 2] | |
| 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 bitch-ass 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!) [Hook] [Verse 3] | |
| I throw spinners on a 18-wheeler | |
| And pull up with a bunch of naked bitches in the | |
| D-Block trailer | |
| Who hooder than me? | |
| Who gooder than me? | |
| Sheek be on some shit 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 shit like this in years [Hook] |
| zuo qu : Jacobs, Middleton, Ousley ... | |
| 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 fucking patty | |
| Sheek ain' t fuckin' 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 mothafuckin thug, how i bug you would think | |
| I' m on every drug | |
| But I aint, just ' gnac and an occasional thug, nigga | |
| 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! Hook | |
| Who hooder than me? | |
| Who gooder than me? | |
| Lettin off, nigga, 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, nigga, all my guns stay on ease | |
| How many guns? | |
| Just a few, | |
| I' m quick on the trigga, | |
| I' m Sheek | |
| Louch the | |
| Guerilla, nigga Verse 2 | |
| 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 bitchass body | |
| No chest under your suit, that ain' t cute | |
| Loudmouth 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! Hook Verse 3 | |
| I throw spinners on a 18wheeler | |
| And pull up with a bunch of naked bitches in the | |
| DBlock trailer | |
| Who hooder than me? | |
| Who gooder than me? | |
| Sheek be on some shit 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 shit like this in years Hook |
| zuò qǔ : Jacobs, Middleton, Ousley ... | |
| 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 fucking patty | |
| Sheek ain' t fuckin' 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 mothafuckin thug, how i bug you would think | |
| I' m on every drug | |
| But I aint, just ' gnac and an occasional thug, nigga | |
| 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! Hook | |
| Who hooder than me? | |
| Who gooder than me? | |
| Lettin off, nigga, 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, nigga, all my guns stay on ease | |
| How many guns? | |
| Just a few, | |
| I' m quick on the trigga, | |
| I' m Sheek | |
| Louch the | |
| Guerilla, nigga Verse 2 | |
| 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 bitchass body | |
| No chest under your suit, that ain' t cute | |
| Loudmouth 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! Hook Verse 3 | |
| I throw spinners on a 18wheeler | |
| And pull up with a bunch of naked bitches in the | |
| DBlock trailer | |
| Who hooder than me? | |
| Who gooder than me? | |
| Sheek be on some shit 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 shit like this in years Hook |
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