Sigma (2) - Couple Guns lyrics

[Verse:1] n***as is b**hes I dont f** with b**hes So im k**ing them n***as Ya girlfriend want me But i dont f** with snitches So im ducking them snitches b**h all i know yayo Give me my burger with some mayo If I'm shooting, better lay yo My gun go off And yo son run off Then i skurt off Rip my brother My n***a felt that trigger Now we looking for that n***a Shoot him in public Don't think sh** of it n***a know he had it coming b**h I'm from Atlanta Where them choppers go hammer And them k**ers get bigger Got a couple grand n***as messing with the fam? Better believe I'm going ham Spend a couple racks Then get it right back Now these b**hes on my sack Standing tall, shaq Don't do no crack What you know bout' that? J. Cole on fire n***as say he a liar But you know he got dat strap C.J that n***a Pulling triggers While ducking them n***a's [Chorus] Got a couple guns That a lay a n***a down Only counting money Got to help the fam now All my n***a's know how the kid get down Dont smoke no loud But u know I get down [Verse:2] Part 2 for these n***a's Smoke from that trigger f** you and your n***a n***a f** lunch I'm shooting sh** up n***as better re up Hometown Atlanta Sipping c**a cola Skurt off in the Rover b**hes see my money I got a couple honeys n***a sh** ain't funny C.J got a flow Spread open hoes Then kick em out the door n***a catch a fade All you n***a's getting laid When that AK spray Im'ma bring it back n***a's know i never lack Got to keep that strap In case a n***a act I blow his brains back Now say a n***a wack All i count is comma's Chief Keef got them llamas Better learn how to act n***as saying Momma Why the f** is he on a? n***a shut ya f**in trap I ain't gotta spit fire I just keep a lighter Now u know where im at Jumping over fences In case a n***a snitches Now the feds want us missing But I don't give a f** I still shoot sh** up n***a better double cup sh** too hard f** a visa card I'll throw that cash out Yayo yayo Count up spray yo Then a n***a gone lay yo Yayo yayo Count up spray yo Then a n***a gone lay yo [Chorus] Got a couple guns That a lay a n***a down Only counting money Got to help the fam now All my n***a's know how the kid get down Dont smoke no loud But u know I get down