Guerrilla
Yeah I'm running in
Came with a hunnid men
Hush, oh no
I don't know where the bodys been
Stomp on his legs
So a pussy never run again
Oh you did me dirty
So I had to fucking humble him
Wait
Got chops with the glocks
And the beams
And we runnin in
If he thinkin that he up
And he run it then we sonnin him
Bitch I'm hungry
And my stomach is rumblin
Got yo bitch and she stumblin
On my dick she was tumblin
All this money I'm funnelin
Yeah I know they watch my movement
I been on my grind bro I'm stackin up my blue bands
Bitch I'm on the come up I don't care if he losing
So much fucking money bro I don't know what I'm doing
Bro is hanging in a bando
Boy got a red dot AR with extendo
Bullets flying through his crib until he's out of ammo
My brother pull the trigger than he finna switch the tempo
Wait wait
Like damn that's a head shot
Dead lock
Dead opp
Imma put em in the dirt
I put em deeper than the bedrock
Ima send em 33 lil bitch I'm aimin with the red dot
Ima break his fuckin neck because I squeeze em in the head lock
Yeah I got my own religion
I don't trust nobody cause I never fucking fit in
They wanna be like me
He delusional, he tripping
Walk in this bitch bro reality is glitching
Wait
You would kill for my position
Stackin up the money
Bitch I add it like addition
You a pussy muthafucka
Scary like a superstition
Middle fingers up to muthafuckas
Who be opposition
If I aim above the shoulder
Than his fuckin top was missin
Yeah I'm running in
Came with a hunnid men
Hush, oh no
I don't know where the bodys been
Stomp on his legs
So a pussy never run again
Oh you did me dirty
So I had to fucking humble him
Wait
Got chops with the glocks
And the beams
And we runnin in
If he thinkin that he up
And he run it then we sonnin him
Bitch I'm hungry
And my stomach is rumblin
Got yo bitch and she stumblin
On my dick she was tumblin
All this money I'm funnelin
Yeah I got my own religion
I don't trust nobody cause I never fucking fit in
They wanna be like me
He delusional, he tripping
Walk in this bitch bro reality is glitching
Came with a hunnid men
Hush, oh no
I don't know where the bodys been
Stomp on his legs
So a pussy never run again
Oh you did me dirty
So I had to fucking humble him
Wait
Got chops with the glocks
And the beams
And we runnin in
If he thinkin that he up
And he run it then we sonnin him
Bitch I'm hungry
And my stomach is rumblin
Got yo bitch and she stumblin
On my dick she was tumblin
All this money I'm funnelin
Yeah I know they watch my movement
I been on my grind bro I'm stackin up my blue bands
Bitch I'm on the come up I don't care if he losing
So much fucking money bro I don't know what I'm doing
Bro is hanging in a bando
Boy got a red dot AR with extendo
Bullets flying through his crib until he's out of ammo
My brother pull the trigger than he finna switch the tempo
Wait wait
Like damn that's a head shot
Dead lock
Dead opp
Imma put em in the dirt
I put em deeper than the bedrock
Ima send em 33 lil bitch I'm aimin with the red dot
Ima break his fuckin neck because I squeeze em in the head lock
Yeah I got my own religion
I don't trust nobody cause I never fucking fit in
They wanna be like me
He delusional, he tripping
Walk in this bitch bro reality is glitching
Wait
You would kill for my position
Stackin up the money
Bitch I add it like addition
You a pussy muthafucka
Scary like a superstition
Middle fingers up to muthafuckas
Who be opposition
If I aim above the shoulder
Than his fuckin top was missin
Yeah I'm running in
Came with a hunnid men
Hush, oh no
I don't know where the bodys been
Stomp on his legs
So a pussy never run again
Oh you did me dirty
So I had to fucking humble him
Wait
Got chops with the glocks
And the beams
And we runnin in
If he thinkin that he up
And he run it then we sonnin him
Bitch I'm hungry
And my stomach is rumblin
Got yo bitch and she stumblin
On my dick she was tumblin
All this money I'm funnelin
Yeah I got my own religion
I don't trust nobody cause I never fucking fit in
They wanna be like me
He delusional, he tripping
Walk in this bitch bro reality is glitching
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Writer(s): Aaron Brandford, Ki Raw
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