SOUTH PARK MEXICAN - Get Yo Guns lyrics

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 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

That's real my nigga

Fuck these hoe ass niggas

You bring your boys, I'll bring my boys

You get your guns, I'll get my guns

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 quetho

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