Guerilla Maab - See Me In My Casket lyrics

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[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]