Guerilla Maab - Maabin lyrics

[Hook x2]

Maabin, in the streets, until we die

No more dope selling or robbing

We platinum and gold

That to make them diamonds shine

[Z-Ro]

I bleed the block not with the rocks, I bleed with the candy paint

Sipping promethazine codeine, with a jolly rancher with a danded drank

Telling all foes, got my eyes closed and a fifth done got me numb

On the cool feeling dumb but I'm still on no, come ready to watch you get done

I'm thinking thoed about to unload, on anything that don't mind

Trying to slap patches up out your hair, better say a prayer to somebody to find

But you can't because you the demon, Frankincense got you on the run

Forever living in fear your life, that's why your coward ass keep a gun

You can run but I'm gon walk you down, where the fuck you think you gon go

I got connect in every state, city and town, from here to Akapoko

You choose to play put on your game face, it's bout to be a grudge match

I guarantee if I bust first, there ain't gon be no busting back

I shoot to kill I don't shoot to hurt, I wear the pants I don't wear the skirt

Do you really must know to use a gun, and if so did you ever put in work

Hell nah, y'all niggaz be gangbanging out of the garage faking it

Dodging shots everyday from real niggaz, y'all barely making it

[Hook x2]

[Dougie D]

Finally ain't no mo' jacking and robbing, or selling dope out on the corners

We can live how we wanna live, and blow big marijuana

Maabin' till I die, all of the streets bitch can you feel me

Yeah I'ma do the damn thang, trunk knocking hole can you hear me

I'm a Southside G, steady flipping and flossing the L-T-B

D-O to the U to the G-I-E, nothing but a G baby that's all that I can be

I can only be me, if it ain't platinum it must be gold, dollas gon shine

Twinkle and glow, so shit we must expose

Chopping the game up on you hoes, that is the way for toll

And I'ma keep shining and grinding, always on you hoes

Motherfuckers be loving how cool I be, boy don't get it twisted

Cause a nigga won't hesitate to pull the infrared beam out his ?pentos scene?

This is on all my G's, we gon continue to mash

Stacking our cash forever, because we

[Hook x2]

[Trae]

Still in to win I'ma hold it down, I got a AK that'll make em move around

Like a track star ducking low, hopping high rolling on the flo'

You bumping gums steady talking down, on nigga what you know about us

And what you know about the 17 shot, cocked back that I'm fin to bust

I'm a Southsider screen shiner, with a remote in the seat recliner

Blue over gray in a Pathfinder, tinted up on the block grinder

Block bleeder, trunk waver, DVD and a PC playa

Pimping the pin and a mic breaker, cross skater hollin' at you later

Slab shaking out the renegader, body rocking on the equator

Like Al Kapone I'm living thoed, in a dream home with a elevator

Guerilla nigga fin to come and get you, take you out the picture like a X friend

For the divedends you fucked up, cause Guerilla Maab clicked up again

Like the Wu-Tang, you better respect our name we all real

And if you wasn't killed on another page, we still be wrecking your grill

Feel that and get back, on my block we kill the chit-chat

Doing out thang then go to sit back, I know they toll y'all we could do that

[Hook x2]