Everybody gone know lyrics

Artist  : Guerilla maab 
Song : Everybody gone know
 
feat. Lil' B
[Trae]
Guerilla Maab in the trunk, when I'm whipping the
boulevard
Rearrange the block when I swang and bang, I'm
gripping grain
Banging Maan when the cd change, and leave stains
till a motherfucker
Know my name I'm Lil' Trae, hey nigga what they
say
The young gun fin to come, tipping up few quay,
blue over gray
AK's on cock I don't play, on the grind full time
to ball and parlay
I can flip my tongue, and make a nigga say whoa
If you really want plex, what it do here I go
Niggas don't no hoes, are coming up out of the
Maab
Stepping out pimp stripes, laced up with a Dob
hat
Grab a gat, nigga where the hatas at
Like that Mr. Fat Pat, we fin to rat-a-tat
To make a nigga blood back, you don't wanna see
that
I'm fin to be breaking em off, when I click on
wax
Cocking the glock dropping the top, and making em
up out the box
And body rocking the lot, and leaving a nigga
shot
When I step out, bitch niggas be on the run
Nigga come and get some, you don't really want
none
I'm a thug nigga, fucking with me you fin to get
sprayed
I'm screwed up and throwed off, and gone in the
brain
Representing my click, to the fullest everyday
all day
Stepping to us, fifteen coming your way
Shotgun blast, keep a nigga moving it fast
When I set it off, making a nigga feel like trash
Guerilla Maab competitors stand, and hitting yeah
And if a nigga don't know, I'm fin to be breaking
yeah
Pretty licking yes a nigga, what you be talking
about
I'ma ride for the South, till the house get
burned down
Shut down, nigga be coming way too throwed
You know Guerilla Maab made niggas, out of
control

[Chorus - 2x]
Everybody gon know, that my click gon set it off
Balling out of control, we on the grind
representing the South
Everybody gon know, that my niggas ain't no
taking no loss
Balling out of control, them underdawgs coming
out the South

[Lil' B]
We gon hold it down, and represent for the South
Lil' B, diamond cut up in my mouth
And when I shock I rock, I make a hoe crowd jocks
Six feet off the lot, with my trunk in the lot
Bunny hop nigga, you know how we do it
Slow Loud And Bangin', I thought you boys knew it
 
Guerilla gon shred, and track just like fluid
And take on a nigga, like Nike just do it
Screw it slow it down, and blaze a pound
Southside H-Town, gotta grind get mine
In the heart of the Herm Clark, is where I touch
down
For the niggas that's plexing, I live on
Grapevine
On the corners I'm turning, Yokohamas be burning
Wood grain be sturning, its the money I'm earning
Up in the kitchen and wishing, Expeditions we
flipping
Chrome glocks we gripping, loading with the clip
in
The end is not yet, cause I just broke a sweat
Riding now in a jet, I'm fly you could bet
We some throwed ass niggas, that get down for the
team
Three gold shining, so fresh and so clean
I mean we shaking em off, and taking em off
To the backyard where the South click, be setting
it off
Breaking 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 us
We ain't tripping with none of you niggas
We be wrecking shop and dropping the bombs
I said that nigga kinda cold and throwed and,
gripping a round
When you hear me in a tape deck you, pushing
rewind
Got your head bobbing and jacking
And body rocking and shocking, whenever I spit
the first time
And some of you bitches love that don't you
Throwing the deuce, up to my niggas and my roll
dogs 
And that be bobbing in the trunk, we fin to mash
dog
Literally dropping this heat, all up on ya
I spit rhymes, like a automatic rapper be gone
Checking the mic up at the first, and at all
times
Guerilla Maab made motherfuckers gon shine
Call us the Underdawgs my nigga, but we gon climb
Motherfuckers screaming no, we gon go go and slam
do's
And knocking motherfuckers up, acting like its
cold
4-4's and smash hoes, and leaving a nigga fold
Constantly keeping my mind, up on my
motherfucking do'
Its me the D-O-U-G-I-E, keeping it crunk
For me, my fucking family could eat
We be the M to the double A-B, ain't nothing but
G's
And motherfuckers gon see

[Chorus - 4x]