How Many Guns Lyrics - Singles - Sheek Louch

(Verse 1) 

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, you would think I'm on every drug 

But I aint, just 'gnac and an occasional (?), 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! 

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(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 think can stay in yo brain 

Nose in the 'caine, but that's yo biz 

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 ain't the mute (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 (?) 

Mom and Pop put a number spotter in the back of the store, (Cmon!) 

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(Hook) 

(Verse 3) 

I throw spinners on the 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 in a bee 

My wrist so rocky I'm on and off roads 

Money dirty so I 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)