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[Trae]Guerilla Maab in the trunk, when I`m whipping the boulevardRearrange the block when I swang and bang, I`m gripping grainBanging Maan when the cd change, and leave stains till a motherfuckerKnow my name I`m Lil` Trae, hey nigga what they sayThe young gun fin to come, tipping up few quay, blue over grayAK`s on cock I don`t play, on the grind full time to ball and parlayI can flip my tongue, and make a nigga say whoaIf you really want plex, what it do here I goNiggas don`t no hoes, are coming up out of the MaabStepping out pimp stripes, laced up with a Dob hatGrab a gat, nigga where the hatas atLike that Mr. Fat Pat, we fin to rat-a-tatTo make a nigga blood back, you don`t wanna see thatI`m fin to be breaking em off, when I click on waxCocking the glock dropping the top, and making em up out the boxAnd body rocking the lot, and leaving a nigga shotWhen I step out, bitch niggas be on the runNigga come and get some, you don`t really want noneI`m a thug nigga, fucking with me you fin to get sprayedI`m screwed up and throwed off, and gone in the brainRepresenting my click, to the fullest everyday all dayStepping to us, fifteen coming your wayShotgun blast, keep a nigga moving it fastWhen I set it off, making a nigga feel like trashGuerilla Maab competitors stand, and hitting yeahAnd if a nigga don`t know, I`m fin to be breaking yeahPretty licking yes a nigga, what you be talking aboutI`ma ride for the South, till the house get burned downShut down, nigga be coming way too throwedYou know Guerilla Maab made niggas, out of control[Chorus - 2x]Everybody gon know, that my click gon set it offBalling out of control, we on the grind representing the SouthEverybody gon know, that my niggas ain`t no taking no lossBalling out of control, them underdawgs coming out the South[Lil` B]We gon hold it down, and represent for the SouthLil` B, diamond cut up in my mouthAnd when I shock I rock, I make a hoe crowd jocksSix feet off the lot, with my trunk in the lotBunny hop nigga, you know how we do itSlow Loud And Bangin`, I thought you boys knew itGuerilla gon shred, and track just like fluidAnd take on a nigga, like Nike just do itScrew it slow it down, and blaze a poundSouthside H-Town, gotta grind get mineIn the heart of the Herm Clark, is where I touch downFor the niggas that`s plexing, I live on GrapevineOn the corners I`m turning, Yokohamas be burningWood grain be sturning, its the money I`m earningUp in the kitchen and wishing, Expeditions we flippingChrome glocks we gripping, loading with the clip inThe end is not yet, cause I just broke a sweatRiding now in a jet, I`m fly you could betWe some throwed ass niggas, that get down for the teamThree gold shining, so fresh and so cleanI mean we shaking em off, and taking em offTo the backyard where the South click, be setting it offBreaking em off, we can`t be soft, because the Southside Guerilla Maab, and niggas ain`t taking no loss[Chorus - 2x][Dougie D]Here I go like the Mystikal, slapping the shit up out of a Motherfucker bumping his gums, motherfuckers you fin to feel usWe ain`t tripping with none of you niggasWe be wrecking shop and dropping the bombsI said that nigga kinda cold and throwed and, gripping a roundWhen you hear me in a tape deck you, pushing rewindGot your head bobbing and jackingAnd body rocking and shocking, whenever I spit the first timeAnd some of you bitches love that don`t youThrowing the deuce, up to my niggas and my roll dogs And that be bobbing in the trunk, we fin to mash dogLiterally dropping this heat, all up on yaI spit rhymes, like a automatic rapper be goneChecking the mic up at the first, and at all timesGuerilla Maab made motherfuckers gon shineCall us the Underdawgs my nigga, but we gon climbMotherfuckers screaming no, we gon go go and slam do`sAnd knocking motherfuckers up, acting like its cold4-4`s and smash hoes, and leaving a nigga foldConstantly keeping my mind, up on my motherfucking do`Its me the D-O-U-G-I-E, keeping it crunkFor me, my fucking family could eatWe be the M to the double A-B, ain`t nothing but G`sAnd motherfuckers gon see[Chorus - 4x]

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