7deuce - Guy With the Guns Lyrics

I ain't really got a name, I'm just the guy with the guns
The way I was in your girl stomach I should buy her some tums
I should be a track ref, when I shoot then you run
Talk crazy I'm gone hit you with that stick like a drum
Jay done said the right price so your mans missin'
Clutching on that glizzy what's a transmission
I'm outside your crib like a doorman
Knock your head off your body headless horseman

Make your soul go south, Carolina
If you ain't never pulled the strap then you still a minor
My and my bros countin' up, we ain't got a timer
Passed your wife around the crew like she was a flyer
If I miss I'm be back, like the Terminator
The more I got, the better I'm doin', I love a hater

Strap on me in the Ram, I ain't buckled up
Put your hands down we ain't bout to tussle bruh
Uncircumcised in these streets, you ain't cut enough
Said he bout to kill me, grabbed my phone, then I called his bluff
I don't blame him though, killin' me could be tough
Cause this glizzy on my hip, man it loves to cuss
I'm a glass bottle, tap me and I might bust
I told yall earlier I'm just the guy with the guns

Guy with the guns, guy with the guns
Guy with the guns, guy with the guns
Guy with the guns, guy with
How many times I gotta say I'm just the guy with the guns

You know how I rock boy, glizzy in my hands
He made me up that pistol now I gotta bust yo mans
Rick from Walking Dead I'm only aiming at yo head
HaHa Davis, I'm puzzled why you got that vest
Choppa big and it shoot, but it's not Giannis
We both know you won't shoot boy lets be honest
Tried to box and I felt like I was bout to vomit
Mask on me with that stick now I look like Robin
Should work for NASA cause my Glock about to blast a rocket
I just want that paper that's the same color as a goblin
I'm a glass door boy, push me and I'm slidin'
Trent sold his motorcycle but he still ridin'
If it's cheese on your head, I'm a pizza topping
Choppa like Drexler, when I pull it bullets get to gliding
Make his head look like I just dropped a pumpkin
Walter Payton to this money, I be rushin'
He tried to slide but I blocked it like Tim Duncan
Hit your head with that chop, give you a concussion

Sent some bullets to his cheek, I just gave him a dimple
The picture clear to me, I got a lot of pixels
A woman there for them dollars, but not for them nickels
Your favorite shot his video then returned the rental
I got, your big homie in line, like I got a stencil
My boys solid, they like pillars that's holding a temple
You must be dumb if you think that I didn't bring the pistol
I would make it flash like morse code, buy I ain't send no signals

Guy with the guns, guy with the guns
Guy with the guns, guy with the guns
Guy with the guns, guy with
How many times I gotta say I'm just the guy with the guns

You know how I rock boy, glizzy in my hands
He made me up that pistol now I gotta bust yo mans
Rick from Walking Dead I'm only aiming at yo head