Get Yo Guns - South Park Mexican

Yeah man, uh, I'm in the studio with Big Flake
Uh huh, that's my n_gga, he fin to wreck this b_tch
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, f_ck you
KnowI'mtalkingbout, yo, uh

[Big Flake]
Big Flake b_tch 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
F_ck the pool sh_t and I got something for you b_tches
That's all in my space, trying to take a n_gga place
But I ain't with the sh_t, get the f_ck out my face
F_ck a case, the hooter can't hold me down
I'm 300 pounds, six feet you know me now
And show me b_tch where the dance at shack
Got a cannon on my waist and b_tch 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 f_ck I drop bombs like a jap
And throwed tracks, and throwed raps, I bust caps
Now what y'all little n_ggas 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 b_tch I wrecked it
It's like I resurrected and just came up out the grave
Cause everytime I grab the mic, all these n_ggas 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 n_gga 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 n_ggas
I bust down the door with a 4-4 n_gga
Do I like dro no n_gga, Big Flake on the loose out
Hold a grudge with two face n_ggas f_ck they damn troops, b_tch

That's real my n_gga
F_ck these hoe ass n_ggas

[Chorus - 2x]
You bring your boys, I'll bring my boys
You get your guns, I'll get my guns

[South Park Mexican]
On the play list, diamond bracelets
Then we make hits, V-12's makeshift
Spent a few years in this rap game
Slanging c_caine, nasty sacks say
N_ggas I was selling kilos, and elbows with
Are the same motherf_ckers that I do shows with
Smoke indo, and f_ck 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 b_tch in my school was the f_cking 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 b_tch 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 motherf_ckers remember me from Reveille Park

[Chorus - 4x]

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