We Got (feat. Chingy, I-20 & Tity Boi)

DTP, we got them guns that go

Yeah, I'm all about that pistol, player

Cold-blooded killer

**** recognize my name

I dub the young dealer

You better tell ya man that with the gauges I'm nice

I'll shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dice

But I'm through with all the talking

Time to show all you ****

I-20, I'm like J-Lo

Blowin' through ****

DTP, we ain't playing

If you try to get our payin', AKs get to sprayin' like

Bottom line, that mean I'm 'bout it

Any **** want it, doubt it

Bust you in the broad day

On a street that's fully crowded

Find a hole inside your chest just for thinking it's rap

And tell that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats

Chacka say I'm shot out

And I tend to agree

So you should watch what you're saying

If it's intended for me

So be careful what you're starting

Let my fingers do the walking

And that Uzi get to talking like

Hammers jamming

Snatch 'em, grab 'em

Can the ammo

Fuck 'em, damn 'em

Press him, man him

Scan 'em, tan 'em, heat 'em up

Bake 'em, take 'em, beat 'em up

I hate, I hate, I eat 'em up

A B C D E F, shorty, 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 Earl

Serving up the club, head shot

Scattered, covered, run, scram 'em

Thirty-eight hot with a pearl handle

And I'm throwing TECs 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 ain't taking no more pictures

If you snap, I'ma click anyway

Plus I got bullets in the clip the size of Lil Fate

And I'm waving choppers like helicopters

You gon' need hella doctors when the Glock go

Stay on the set, bitch

Better watch your lip, the TECs be quick

20 over there, Tity over there

Luda over there, 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 **** to flex with, bitch

Come on and test this

My gun I'm having sex with, shit

Put a bullet in, shoot it out

Got them long horns like Texas, bitch

Look at my necklace

Maybe hit a **** disrespect this clique

My pistol grip sound like this

Now what? Who want they they? Fuck!

When I cock and load that K bust-bust

Y'all cowards play tough and my peeps, we come and spray stuff up

Y'all lives made up

Like ugly hoes with make-up, bruh

We'll shoot you up then toss your ass in a lake, tough nut

My wrist rocky like Sylvester Stallone

So, therefore, you should invest in a vest for ya dome

'Cause I know you marks are planning on getting me when I'm landing

Peace to Nick but my cannon go

Fuck a medic, we gon' call yo ass a taxi cab

Bleeding so hard you'll need a life-sized maxi pad

So flip the script and tell your woman it's your time of the month

AK-47 for the **** who really looking for Heaven and a nine for you chumps

Got killers in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group

But I got bananas for you **** and I ain't talking about fruit

I'll peel your cap back with the black MAC till your back crack

Cock the gat back like

Clack, clack, clack

Swallow a hollow, make 'em digest with a fifty caliber

Your future's not looking so good, tomorrow's not on your calendar

I do away with the amateurs, they breathing too long

I 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 drumroll, it goes