Ludacris, 2 Chainz, Chingy, I-20 - We Got lyrics

DTP we got them guns that go gunshots

Yea I'm all about that pistol player
Cold blooded killer
Niggas recognize my name
I dub the young dealer
You better tell ya man that
With the gages I'm nice
Ill shoot up y'all white shirts until
You all look like dice
But I'm through with all the talking
Time to show all you niggas
I 2-0, I'm like J-Lo, blowing through niggas
(damn) dTP we ain't playing if you
Try to get our pay
And them AK's get to spraying like
Bottom line that mean I'm bout it
Any nigga want it? Doubt it
Bust you in the broad day
On a street that's fully crowded
You’ll find a hole inside your chest
Just for thinking it's rap
So tell that pretty bitch thug we
Got some pretty big gats
Chaka say I'm shot out, and I tend to agree
So you should watch what you saying
If it's intended for me
So be careful what you starting
Let my fingers do the walking
And that Uzi get to talking like Gun Sound

Hammers, jam 'em, snatch 'em, grab 'em
Can the an and fuck 'em, damn 'em
Press him, man him, scared him, teared him
Kneed him up bake him, take him, beat him
Up, I hate a hater, i eat him up
A-B-C-D-E-F shawty is you a G or what
Now it's just me and my nuts
That's all I got in this world
I'm pulling pistols out my stomach and
Throwing them bitches up like hurl
Serving the club, head shot
Scattered, covered, run, scram 'em
I'm 38, hot with a pearl handle
And I'm throwing techs like a NBA ref
I got, all gold guns like they came from Iraq
Artillery, could it be I got
All kinds of these pistols
I point my gun at ya homeboy
Make ya own folks hit ya
And they ain't taking no more pictures
If you snap I'mma click
Anyway, plus I got bullets in the
Clip the size of Lil Fate
And I'm waving choppers like heli-copters
You gonna need hella doctors
When the glok go Gun Sound

Say on the set bitch
Better watch your lip those Tecs spit quick
20 over thurr, Tity over
Thurr, Luda over thurr, ain't no exit trick
Us you don't mess with
We got them guns like action flicks
Reload with the next clip
I'm the wrong nigga to flex with bitch
Come on and test this
My gun I'm having sex with shit
Put a bullet in (in) shoot it out
Got them long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace
Maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol grip sound like thisnow what
Who want they day fucked, when
I cock, unload the K, bust bust
Y’all cowards play tough
And my peeps we come to spray stuff up
Y’all lives made up
Like ugly hoes with make-up bra
We'll shoot you up then toss yo
Ass in the lake tough nut
My wrist rocky like Sylvester Stallone
So therefore you should invest
In a vest for your dome
Cause I know you marks planning on
Getting me when I'm landing
Peace to Nick, but my cannon go Gun Sound

Fuck a medic, we gonna call yo ass a taxi cab
Bleeding so hard you'll need a
Life size maxi pad
So flip the script and tell your woman
It's your time of the month
AK-47 for the niggas who's really looking for
Heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got killers in my squad and I'm
The nicest one in my group
But I got bananas for you niggas
And I ain't talking bout fruit
I’ll peel your cap back with the black mac
'Til your back crack, cock the gat back like
(clak clak clak)
Swallow a hollow make 'em digest
With a 50 caliber
Your futures not looking so good
Tomorrows not on your calendar
I do away with the amateurs
They breathing too long
Ill leave 'em coughing like the sound
Effects you hear in this song
My shotguns are cold and hard
But my desert is easy
And my triggers are always talking
About some squeeze me, squeeze me
And for these fakers talking greasy
I'm starting the show
My uzi got a drum roll, it goes Gun Sound