Guerilla Maab - On Dubz lyrics

(feat. Lil B, Lil Head)

[Chorus]

Pull up to the club, and I'm so throwed on Dubs

Wide frame, fucking up the mode on Dubs

Candy paint, fresh out the shop on Dubs

Big six hundreds, missing tops on Dubs

Got niggas on the block, in a drop on Dubs

Hiding behind tent, trunk knock on Dubs

We gon represent the North to the South, on Dubs

When your bopper's on jocks, she get tossed on Dubs

[Dougie D]

Now what these motherfuckers really know about Dubs

I take a sip, and I flip in that candy coated bug

Showing out I'm showing in, its the daddy that they love

While the Ferrellis spinning, just like right here they on Dubs

The hoes gon bop, the tops gon drop for real

I slide to the detail shop, just to shine up my rims

I grab the remote with the Clarion, with the screens lit

When I swang by the block, little kids be like ooh he the shit

That's the way that we does it, down in the Dirty turning heads

Bubble eyed, customized, flipping that blue or that red

Niggas don't fuck with no 17's, we on 20's instead

Man you heard what I said, that's the way that we rolling until I'm dead

Up on Dubs

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[Lil B]

Wide body four do', skating up the block

Relax on buck eyed, while my bumper unlock

Its the way that we do it, on the Dirty Dirty South

Hit the club showing love, diamond grills in our mouth

(on Dubs), we like to steal the show

Yokohama on the tire, a.c. blow snow

Underdawgs in the mix, sideways on a switch

Leaving all hatas sick, screens lit watching flicks

(on Dubs), I'm tipping up Few Quay

Turning up on pump slow, just to hit the beltway

Headed down I-10, candy paint in the wind

Riding twins they Lorenz, in a big body Benz

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[Lil Head]

I'm on Dubs, bitch I'm out here loving this game

Just like these bad hoes, how they loving my name

Y'all know me Lil Head, yeah done knocked the fame

I'm a Houston hot boy, peep the platinum chain

I'm on Dubs, when I hit the parking lot

Screens lit, trunk pop leave the do's unlocked

Will a nigga steal my shit, playboy best not

Guerillas ready to mob, and they will bust shots

I'm a certified nigga, nationwide nigga

Smooth and laid back, like some Moonshine liquor

Walks in Guerilla Maab, better show us some love

Paint the orange drop, pulling out on Dubs (on Dubs)

[Trae]

Bubble lighten up the night when I skate by (on Dubs)

Screens lit with a bad bitch on the buck eyed (on Dubs)

Chunking deuce out the roof, when I crawl (on Dubs)

More 18's, making hatas call the laws (on Dubs)

A four-four grain waver, a lane glass paint stainer

A pop trunk swang banga, plus a Screwed Up entertainer

A drop top rearranger, strapped up with one up in the chamber

A block to block curve banga, with bops on jocks like Drena

Cause I'm a Dirty South shiner, with fifth wheels on recliner

A princess cut that'll blind you, and looking Big like Tymers

If you don't know where to find us, the nigga with chrome on the twins

With glass drop a Benz, three deep with twins and a friend and setting trends

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On Dubs [x8]