We Got

They got no nerve
And I'm wavin' choppers like helicopters
And throwing them bitches up like Earl
Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, grab 'em
Put a bullet in shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these pistols
I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dice
But I got bananas for you niggaz and I ain't talking 'bout fruit
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo going through niggaz
They got no nerve
I got all gold guns like they came from IRAQ
I, do away with the amateurs, they breathing too long
A B C D E F shawty is you a G or what?
I'll pay your cab back with the black mack
And ain't taking no more pictures, if you snap I'ma click
Reload with the next clip, I'm the wrong nigga to flex with bitch
They got no nerve
Peace to nick but my cannon go
Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer
Y'all cowards play tough, and my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil' Fate
My pistol grip sound like this
You better tell ya man that with the gages I'm nice
I point my gun at ya homeboy make ya own folks hit ya
You gon' need hella doctors when the glock go
'Cause I know you marks planning on getting me when I'm landing

Swallow a hallow make 'em digest with a 50 caliber
Yea I'm all about that pistol playa, cold blooded killa
Clak clak clak

Bust you in the broad day on the street that's fully crowded
Some squeeze me, squeeze me
DTP we ain't plying if you try to get our payin'

Come on and test this, my gun I'm having sex with shit
Bleedin' so hard you'll need a life size maxi pad
Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab
Bake him, take him, beat him up, I hate I hate, I eat him up
Got killaz in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
And that oozy get to talking like
My wrist rocky like Sylvester Stallone
Us you don't mess with, we got them guns like action flicks
When I cock and load the cake, bust bust?
Can the an and fuck 'em, damn 'em
I'll leave 'em coughing like the sound effects you hear in this song
And I'm throwing text like a NBA ref
Bottom line that mean I'm 'bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it
A.K. 47 for the niggaz

And for these fakers talking greezy, I'm starting the show
So thurr for you should invest in a vest for ya dome
20 over thurr, Tity over thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Yo futures not looking so good, tomorrow's not on your calendar
Find our hole and inside your chest, just for thinking it's rap
Chaka say I'm shot out and I tend to agree
Serving the club, head shot, scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
My shotguns are cold and hard, but my desert is easy
So be careful what you starting, let my fingers do the walking
Now it's just me and my nuts, that's all I got in this world
Till your back crack, got the gat back like

Say on the set bitch, better watch your lip that text be quick
A.K's get ta spraying like
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click
And my triggers are always talking about

I'm 38, hot with a pearl handle

So flip the script and tell your woman it's your time on the month
So you should watch what you saying if it's intended for me
Press him, man him, scarin' him, teared him, heat him up
My oozy got a drum roll, it goes
Now what, who want they day fucked
Y'all lives made up, like ugly hoes with make-up bra
And tell that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats
But I'm through with all the talking time to show all you niggaz
We'll shoot you up then toss yo ass in the lake tough nut
I'm pulling pistols out my stomach
Who's really looking for Heaven and a 9 for you chumps