Lyrics:
the sto's, to rocking every show
We be rolling tires, the Maab is on the rise
Trae and Dougie D, Guerilla Maab for life
If you want to, you can ride out
Throwed wardrobe, by my bed son of a bastard
When it come to Cadillacs
Trae got that mastered
And the game that I got, way flyer than NASA
Me and Three 6
wrote this song, to let you know I'm down
I know you know I'm down, I know you know I'll ride for you
[Trae]
I just thought that I'd clear my mind,
Pop-Pop my trunk yep, yep, yep, yep (x4)
Verse 1 (Trae)
I'ma swang I'm a swanger slab lean to the left
Pop my trunk and show what I'm about so Houston,
wrote this song, to let you know I'm down
I know you know I'm down, I know you know I'll ride for you
[Trae]
I just thought that I'd clear my mind,
32 inches around, my neck
Guerilla Maab, all in my deck
Dougie D and Trae, just wrecked
A skeet taste, on 3D-2
Slowed down and chopped, by DJ Screw
Me
I'm saying
Trae, Mya huh we bout to set
It off round this motherfucker
Bout time they make way for another guerilla
These other niggas ain't the truth
The North back to the Southwest
My section gon ride for Trae
Don't think that it's a game
Run up and watch how you slide away
The gangstas love it
Cause I
On no hating shit we represent the click
With ice that cost enough to buy a brick
The North back to the Southwest
My section gon ride for Trae
Don't think
layed out
And either way I'ma ride for
Mine and lie for mine
Fuck it I'll die for mine
I keep it gangsta to the end
It ain't getting by with mine
Shouts
Fuckin' Deck
Lend Me Your Ear Because
The Southside Finna Wreck
Pop in your Grey Cassette
Turn up your fuckin' deck
Lend me yo ear cause Trae Tha Truth
Is
(*singing*)
[Hook: Shyna - 2x]
I'm writing, a letter
I'm writing, writing a letter to my loved ones
[Trae]
Dear Dinkie, more it what happened
(*talking*)
The youngest guerilla in here mayn, Young Dyno
In here with Trae, D and S.L.A.B
We representing this to the fullest mayn, AK's loaded
better with time
I ain't even halfway through this incredible ride
But like, I'm kind of doing an incredible job
When I was eighteen living beyond my
on the block together
Damn it'll be okay
I got a certified plack that's on the way
Trae Dougie D and Z-Ro gotta
Ride for the dog
Gotta grind for the dog put
It
Cause I don't want these coward niggas
To try to ride on me
I dropped the back right and
Lift the left front, and then glide on three
And slide on by
don't like you then I'm sorry I don't like you either
Talk yo shit me and T-Rae take yo girl back to our house and keep her
I don't need cars just crash
knowing that I gotta make
It running on my deadline
Giving out flat lines
Cause if you think that I'm feeling
Fucking up by mine man, I gotta maintain
Its
for peace, but all I see is drama down here
So when the going gets tough, the tough pull the team together
Who ride, and get rid of our enemies
on our last breath
I'm quiet as kept, my nigga don't start
Or else somebody gon see they death
Or hate us like that, but this side of Trae it be like
on our last breath
I'm quiet as kept, my nigga don't start
Or else somebody gon see they death
Or hate us like that, but this side of Trae it be like
you crackers off if a nigga cruise in a yacht by your lear
Don't everybody welcome me at once, is this not why you're here
Remove my handkerchief, wipe
how our niggas still around
Nevetheless I find myself
Doing the same thang
Drop another album for the block
And try to get my change
And deep beneath
Asshole By Nature
I see you motherfuckers just determined
To make a nigga get on y'all ass
Roach ass motherfuckers
I don't know what to do with
You
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