[Hook x2]

Bitch niggas, wanna see me in my casket

I swear to God, I'ma let a nigga have it

Guerilla Maab, is what I'm yelling when I'm blasting

I hate you fake motherfuckers with a passion, now bring it on


[Dougie D]

Fuckers we armed and dangerous, bitch start

To your car, and stay far from us

Always keeping my heater, in case a nigga

Wanna go to war with us, we mobbing cuz

Fuck what you niggas thought of us

Get your brains knocked the fuck out

When you fucking round with us

Nigga we match you one, can't fuck with pussies

That's acting one, only rainy days I commit

Is my baby girl, that love me

If you fucking with us, get your head drug into the dirt

All the matters get cocked, and they busting

And burning till it hurt, I ain't gon deal with that

I'ma fry a motherfucker, with the biggest

Some are bitches, gon learn

By putting their nose up in my bidness

If you bringing war, you are tricking before you start

We got guerillas ready to mob, and mask up after dark

So get on your mark, you ain't seldom ready we gone

You don't want drama, then don't be fucking around with the Maab

And I put this on my life, none of us in this sweet or nice

Fucking around with the best, and get you put up on ice


[Hook x2]


Step to us, and you'll get tossed

Bump your gums, and get hauled off

Punk ass bitch, you'll take a loss

For fucking with us, fucking with us [x2]


[Trae]

Thinking bout my life I blend it in with thugs, niggas outta line

Thinking they can really fuck with Trae and Doug

Guerilla Maab make us, I don't give a damn bout who you is

Better not come my way, and catch us spraying

Running like he racing, giving you niggas a fucking day

Cause all the he say she say, you better come see my posse gang

Before you be going off at the mouth, and 3D-2 gon get you tossed

I'm ready for war and bring it on

To the nigga, that's thinking that they better

I'm fin to put load holes in your sweater, with aggravated vendettas

Killas and thug niggas, that's ready to ride it out

Blue and red fuck going fed, this nigga Trae be busting heads

With G. Maab I'm all in, bitch niggas be hauling

Till I be six feet up in a grave, I'm never falling

Resurrection Music Group is what I represent, long as I'm still here

I'm gonna ride for my team, good times, life and cents

So motherfuckers better be here no, cause y'all be fucking up my zone

So you can go and call your people, and tell em you going home


[Hook x2]


[Trae]

To a nigga thoughts, to a nigga with attitude

Ever since my brother, got locked in the penn

I shed my tears with tattoos, on everything that I love

Got 17 shots with a glock cocked

Fin to let off shots, and it won't stop

Ready to die for what I believe in, if its plex you gon get dropped

And you niggas out here I hate with a passion, beleive that

You see that strap with a light on top, if you hating I beam that

Guerilla Maab till I can't breathe no more, and I mean it motherfucker

Going off over the edge, and ready to smash on you dick suckers


[Dougie D]

We gon bust, it ain't no thang to us because you strange to us

Infrareds and battalions, for killas and the stranglers

And biting manglers, inflicting you bodily harm

Trauma centers get full, whenever we going to war

Nigga look fuck your intros, we guerillas that's packing pistols

Ain't excepting no church aggressions, that niggas slang with pencils

We run with a riot, lock and load the clip up aside

Knocking your fucking wig back, when you fucking round with mine


[Chorus x2]


Step to us, and you'll get tossed

Bump your gums, and get hauled off

Punk ass bitch, you'll take a loss

For fucking with us, fucking with us [x2]