Lil Cuete

Lil Cuete - We Got Guns

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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 tought, 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

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

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

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