Guerilla Maab - Maab lyrics

[Hook x2] We be, the M double A-B co*king and have my back, taking out all our enemies We be, the M double A-B Ain't no problem the point, that's to make all you b**hes bleed [Dougie D] We be, the M double A-B Infrared beams up on brains, and we making b**hes see Motherf**er don't play with me, cause sh** could escalate and get deep We pack techs, 22's, AK-47's glad to meet you heat It be me the D-O-U-G, represent the M double A-B I might pick up the glock and let off some shots You don't really wanna be around me, son of a b**h don't you test these G's It ain't a thing, to grab the thang and squeeze, we be f**ing boys up And leaving boys f**ed, and that's the way that sh** be Who that there wanna do that there Like f**ing with a n***a that'll part your hair You ain't know I was going there, you ain't know I was Maabing yeah n***a D, Z-Ro, Trae like desperadoes knocking all b**hes fake balling Too late to think about what your a** would be doing, if you had stay home And I stay long, give you b**hes what you need f** what you want We rugged and rough and stay tough, and that's the way that we get gone We Maab on a b**h, ain't no weakest link we all roll on a b**h Family connect and collide, leaving boys shot up and sh** cause we [Hook x2] [Z-Ro] Hokes, murderers, jackers, that's my motherf**ing family And f** the police, cause they would never understand me I'm criminal minded, kicking in your door with a shot behind it And I don't never be givin a damn about nothin, kickin up dust mean muggin Cussing all the time, when I pull out my calico opposition be falling down Like rain drops when the pain stops, you'll be over Shouldn't of removed the motherf**ing chip on my shoulder A soldier fa sho, like sho nuff I got to glow 24/7 about my paper stack, I gotta get my do' And ain't bond a damn thang, trying to put punches on punk a** n***az brain Busting like open the pain, cheifing potent mary jane Got me lifted since I'm talented and gifted, I'm going off Call me Viagra rapper, going hard never going soft Everybody we be, the M double A-B co*king our weapon and stepping up in your fecinity, S-E-T tripping [Hook x2] [Trae] Never see what your boxing game about Running off at the mouth, you fin to get bumped off Guerilla militia be ready for combat, strapped up with a sawed off Turn off the lights, half of you n***az don't really wanna fight So I'm gone end it for you, bout to come n***a you better run Cause I'll sweep the block, when I'm aiming for you Like De La Hoya we body blow ya, then knock em over like Sammy Sosa Still letting off shots in a Cheve, Guerilla Maab fin to come take it over Don't take it litley I'm not politely, I know you despite me n***a and what You better check yourself, 'fore you wreck yourself Or you get found dumped off in a cut, f**ed up When I go hit up I ain't gon duck, when I pull out n***a you outta luck Thinking you Superman, when I bust I bet you don't get back up Your life I bet you can't lift that up, your blood I bet you can't pick that up Your lip I know that I'll split that up, and I'm steadily taking you n***az lunch You better stay out of my way, motherf**ers fin to get they words They straight up, on the microphone you get ate up, on the shelf You fin to get layed up, and on the block you fin to get sprayed up Steady f**ing up you haters later, you don't want none Cause I'm gon fade you, whether you locally or you major n***a [Hook x2]