Maabin lyrics

Artist  : Guerilla Maab 
Song : Maabin



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[Hook - 2x]

Maabin, in the streets, until we die

No more dope selling or robbing

We platinum and gold

That to make them diamonds shine



[Z-Ro]

I bleed the block not with the rocks, I bleed
with the candy paint

Sipping promethazine codeine, with a jolly
rancher with a danded drank

Telling all foes, got my eyes closed and a fifth
done got me numb

On the cool feeling dumb but I'm still on no,
come ready to watch you get done

I'm thinking thoed about to unload, on anything
that don't mind

Trying to slap patches up out your hair, better
say a prayer to somebody to find

But you can't because you the demon, Frankincense
got you on the run

Forever living in fear your life, that's why your
coward ass keep a gun

You can run but I'm gon walk you down, where the
fuck you think you gon go

I got connect in every state, city and town, from
here to Akapoko

You choose to play put on your game face, it's
bout to be a grudge match

I guarantee if I bust first, there ain't gon be
no busting back

I shoot to kill I don't shoot to hurt, I wear the
pants I don't wear the skirt

Do you really must know to use a gun, and if so
did you ever put in work

Hell nah, y'all niggaz be gangbanging out of the
garage faking it

Dodging shots everyday from real niggaz, y'all
barely making it



[Hook - 2x]



[Dougie D]

Finally ain't no mo' jacking and robbing, or
selling dope out on the corners

We can live how we wanna live, and blow big
marijuana

Maabin' till I die, all of the streets bitch can
you feel me

Yeah I'ma do the damn thang, trunk knocking hole
can you hear me

I'm a Southside G, steady flipping and flossing
the L-T-B

D-O to the U to the G-I-E, nothing but a G baby
that's all that I can be

I can only be me, if it ain't platinum it must be
gold, dollas gon shine

Twinkle and glow, so shit we must expose

Chopping the game up on you hoes, that is the way
for toll

And I'ma keep shining and grinding, always on you
hoes

Motherfuckers be loving how cool I be, boy don't
get it twisted

Cause a nigga won't hesitate to pull the infrared
beam out his ?pentos scene?

This is on all my G's, we gon continue to
mash

Stacking our cash forever, because we



[Hook - 2x]



[Trae]

Still in to win I'ma hold it down, I got a AK
that'll make em move around

Like a track star ducking low, hopping high
rolling on the flo'

You bumping gums steady talking down, on nigga
what you know about us

And what you know about the 17 shot, cocked back
that I'm fin to bust

I'm a Southsider screen shiner, with a remote in
the seat recliner

Blue over gray in a Pathfinder, tinted up on the
block grinder

Block bleeder, trunk waver, DVD and a PC
playa

Pimping the pin and a mic breaker, cross skater
hollin' at you later

Slab shaking out the renegader, body rocking on
the equator

Like Al Kapone I'm living thoed, in a dream home
with a elevator

Guerilla nigga fin to come and get you, take you
out the picture like a X friend

For the divedends you fucked up, cause Guerilla
Maab clicked up again

Like the Wu-Tang, you better respect our name we
all real

And if you wasn't killed on another page, we
still be wrecking your grill

Feel that and get back, on my block we kill the
chit-chat

Doing out thang then go to sit back, I know they
toll y'all we could do that



[Hook - 2x]