Lil Cuete - We Got Guns

My little homie's got way more kora than you
And you could try to roll up
We'll just do what we do
And I ain't lying we got guns, we got ammo
We got clips, we ain't trippin', we get sick for
That Norwalk Click

They say they're coming for my life, but it don't
Mean shit. I'm 'bout to show these levas the
Real meaning of sick
I keep my pistol loaded, like
24/7, I got so much artillery, they call me Armageddon
I'm living like a soldier, one that's suicidal, leave 'em
D-O-A ese, Dead On Arrival
Never feel remorse 'cause
That's the way I was taught, I'll take away your life
And with only one shot
Go and hit it, roll up you
Should know where to come, but don't let the name
Fool you, I got big, big guns
Puttin' in work, but my familia's to blame, 'cuse all my familiy's Walkero
So I gotta gangbang
You know

My little homie's got way more kora than you
And you could try to roll up
We'll just do what we do
And I ain't lying we got guns, we got ammo
We got clips, we ain't trippin', we get sick for
That Norwalk Click

My little homie's got way more kora than you
And you could try to roll up
We'll just do what we do
And I ain't lying we got guns, we got ammo
We got clips, we ain't trippin', we get sick for
That Norwalk Click

Don't make me pull the trigger back, while aiming
At you, I bet a hydro shock bullet puts an end to our
Feud. I got a thick vendetta for my fallen Walkeros
Smokin' all these levas, like I'm smokin' the leno
When you could ask anybody 'cause they know I'm legit, and
Lil Cuete talks about that serio shit
I could rotten you in day or night like if it was nothing, I keep
A bullet in the chamber, pull the trigger start dumpin'
And ese Cuete, he's somethin', that you couldn't be
I got plenty and many 'stilos, that you couldn't see
And you could come and try to take it, but survival's a must
'Cause me and my Walkeros know that you ain't fuckin' with us
What?

My little homie's got way more kora than you
And you could try to roll up
We'll just do what we do
And I ain't lying we got guns, we got ammo
We got clips, we ain't trippin', we get sick for
That Norwalk Click

My little homie's got way more kora than you
And you could try to roll up
We'll just do what we do
And I ain't lying we got guns, we got ammo
We got clips, we ain't trippin', we get sick for
That Norwalk Click

I'm takin' a life, to be specific, it's yours
I got my soldiers
Strapped up and we're ready for war
We can go toe-to-toe or we could all get down
I'm talkin' 'bout matching guns and going round for round
I've been in crazier shit than dealing with you
I've got a million other cholos trying
To get me too. It doesn't start with me, check my family
Line, I was brought up to be crazy and sick in the mind
Ain't no question about it, I represent 'til I die
I got this music thing locked down, without even trying
I put that on my life, I won't settle for less, man I'm a gangbang 'til
The day they put me to rest, so c'mon

My little homie's got way more kora than you
And you could try to roll up
We'll just do what we do
And I ain't lying we got guns, we got ammo
We got clips, we ain't trippin', we get sick for
That Norwalk Click

My little homie's got way more kora than you
And you could try to roll up
We'll just do what we do
And I ain't lying we got guns, we got ammo
We got clips, we ain't trippin', we get sick for
That Norwalk Click

Written by:
JUANITA CARTER, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN STOKES, ESMAIL JAZAYERI, SEAN PRESCOTT MATHER, ALLEN TOUSSAINT

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