Guerilla Maab, Lil B - Everybody Gone Know lyrics
[Guerilla Maab, Lil B - Everybody Gone Know lyrics]
Guerilla Maab in the trunk
When I'm whipping the boulevard
Rearrange the block when I swang and bang
I'm gripping grain
Banging Maan when the cd change
And leave stains till a motherfucker
Know my name I'm Lil' Trae
Hey nigga what they say
The young gun fin to come
Tipping up few quay, blue over gray
AK's on cock I don't play
On the grind full time to ball and parlay
I can flip my tongue
And make a nigga say whoa
If you really want plex, what it do here I go
Niggas don't no hoes
Are coming up out of the Maab
Stepping out pimp stripes
Laced up with a Dob hat
Grab a gat, nigga where the hatas at
Like that Mr fat Pat, we fin to rat-a tat
To make a nigga blood back
You don't wanna see that
I'm fin to be breaking em off
When I click on wax
Cocking the Glock dropping the top
And making em up out the box
And body rocking the lot
And leaving a nigga shot
When I step out, bitch niggas be on the run
Nigga come and get some
You don't really want none i'm a thug nigga
Fucking with me you fin to get sprayed
I'm screwed up and throwed off
And gone in the brain representing my click
To the fullest everyday all day
Stepping to us, fifteen coming your way
Shotgun blast, keep a nigga moving it fast
When I set it off
Making a nigga feel like trash
Guerilla Maab competitors stand
And hitting yeah and if a nigga don't know
I'm fin to be breaking yeah
Pretty licking yes a nigga
What you be talking about
I'ma ride for the South
Till the house get burned down
Shut down, nigga be coming way too throwed
You know Guerilla Maab made niggas
Out of control
Everybody gon know
That my click gon set it off
Balling out of control
We on the grind representing the South
Everybody gon know
That my niggas ain't no taking no loss
Balling out of control
Them underdawgs coming out the South
We gon hold it down
And represent for the South
Lil' B, diamond cut up in my mouth
And when I shock I rock
I make a hoe crowd jocks
Six feet off the lot
With my trunk in the lot
Bunny hop nigga, you know how we do it
Slow Loud And Bangin'
I thought you boys knew it
Guerilla gon shred, and track just like fluid
And take on a nigga, like Nike just do it
Screw it slow it down, and blaze a pound
Southside H Town, gotta grind get mine
In the heart of the Herm Clark
Is where I touch down
For the niggas that's plexing
I live on Grapevine
On the corners I'm turning
Yokohamas be burning wood grain be sturning
It's the money I'm earning
Up in the kitchen and wishing
Expeditions we flipping
Chrome Glocks we gripping
Loading with the clip in the end is not yet
Cause I just broke a sweat
Riding now in a jet, I'm fly you could bet
We some throwed ass niggas
That get down for the team
Three gold shining, so fresh and so clean
I mean we shaking em off, and taking em off
To the backyard where the South click
Be setting it off
Breaking em off, we can't be soft
Because the southside Guerilla Maab
And niggas ain't taking no loss
Here I go like the Mystikal
Slapping the shit up out of a
Motherfucker bumping his gums
Motherfuckers you fin to feel us
We ain't tripping with none of you niggas
We be wrecking shop and dropping the bombs
I said that nigga kinda cold and throwed and
Gripping a round
When you hear me in a tape deck you
Pushing rewind
Got your head bobbing and jacking
And body rocking and shocking
Whenever I spit the first time
And some of you bitches love that don't you
Throwing the deuce
Up to my niggas and my roll dogs
And that be bobbing in the trunk
We fin to mash dog
Literally dropping this heat, all up on ya
I spit rhymes
Like a automatic rapper be gone
Checking the mic up at the first
And at all times
Guerilla Maab made motherfuckers gon shine
Call us the Underdawgs my nigga
But we gon climb motherfuckers screaming no
We gon go go and slam do's
And knocking motherfuckers up
Acting like it's cold 4-4's and smash hoes
And leaving a nigga fold
Constantly keeping my mind
Up on my motherfucking do'
Its me the D-O-U-G-IE, keeping it crunk
For me, my fucking family could eat
We be the M to the double A-B
Ain't nothing but G's
And motherfuckers gon see
When I'm whipping the boulevard
Rearrange the block when I swang and bang
I'm gripping grain
Banging Maan when the cd change
And leave stains till a motherfucker
Know my name I'm Lil' Trae
Hey nigga what they say
The young gun fin to come
Tipping up few quay, blue over gray
AK's on cock I don't play
On the grind full time to ball and parlay
I can flip my tongue
And make a nigga say whoa
If you really want plex, what it do here I go
Niggas don't no hoes
Are coming up out of the Maab
Stepping out pimp stripes
Laced up with a Dob hat
Grab a gat, nigga where the hatas at
Like that Mr fat Pat, we fin to rat-a tat
To make a nigga blood back
You don't wanna see that
I'm fin to be breaking em off
When I click on wax
Cocking the Glock dropping the top
And making em up out the box
And body rocking the lot
And leaving a nigga shot
When I step out, bitch niggas be on the run
Nigga come and get some
You don't really want none i'm a thug nigga
Fucking with me you fin to get sprayed
I'm screwed up and throwed off
And gone in the brain representing my click
To the fullest everyday all day
Stepping to us, fifteen coming your way
Shotgun blast, keep a nigga moving it fast
When I set it off
Making a nigga feel like trash
Guerilla Maab competitors stand
And hitting yeah and if a nigga don't know
I'm fin to be breaking yeah
Pretty licking yes a nigga
What you be talking about
I'ma ride for the South
Till the house get burned down
Shut down, nigga be coming way too throwed
You know Guerilla Maab made niggas
Out of control
Everybody gon know
That my click gon set it off
Balling out of control
We on the grind representing the South
Everybody gon know
That my niggas ain't no taking no loss
Balling out of control
Them underdawgs coming out the South
We gon hold it down
And represent for the South
Lil' B, diamond cut up in my mouth
And when I shock I rock
I make a hoe crowd jocks
Six feet off the lot
With my trunk in the lot
Bunny hop nigga, you know how we do it
Slow Loud And Bangin'
I thought you boys knew it
Guerilla gon shred, and track just like fluid
And take on a nigga, like Nike just do it
Screw it slow it down, and blaze a pound
Southside H Town, gotta grind get mine
In the heart of the Herm Clark
Is where I touch down
For the niggas that's plexing
I live on Grapevine
On the corners I'm turning
Yokohamas be burning wood grain be sturning
It's the money I'm earning
Up in the kitchen and wishing
Expeditions we flipping
Chrome Glocks we gripping
Loading with the clip in the end is not yet
Cause I just broke a sweat
Riding now in a jet, I'm fly you could bet
We some throwed ass niggas
That get down for the team
Three gold shining, so fresh and so clean
I mean we shaking em off, and taking em off
To the backyard where the South click
Be setting it off
Breaking em off, we can't be soft
Because the southside Guerilla Maab
And niggas ain't taking no loss
Here I go like the Mystikal
Slapping the shit up out of a
Motherfucker bumping his gums
Motherfuckers you fin to feel us
We ain't tripping with none of you niggas
We be wrecking shop and dropping the bombs
I said that nigga kinda cold and throwed and
Gripping a round
When you hear me in a tape deck you
Pushing rewind
Got your head bobbing and jacking
And body rocking and shocking
Whenever I spit the first time
And some of you bitches love that don't you
Throwing the deuce
Up to my niggas and my roll dogs
And that be bobbing in the trunk
We fin to mash dog
Literally dropping this heat, all up on ya
I spit rhymes
Like a automatic rapper be gone
Checking the mic up at the first
And at all times
Guerilla Maab made motherfuckers gon shine
Call us the Underdawgs my nigga
But we gon climb motherfuckers screaming no
We gon go go and slam do's
And knocking motherfuckers up
Acting like it's cold 4-4's and smash hoes
And leaving a nigga fold
Constantly keeping my mind
Up on my motherfucking do'
Its me the D-O-U-G-IE, keeping it crunk
For me, my fucking family could eat
We be the M to the double A-B
Ain't nothing but G's
And motherfuckers gon see