"Guerilla Gang" lyrics

(Drum on the stick, stick)
Yeah
Triple gang, introduce you to Pablo (Ayy, Chris, you made this?)
Pablo (Ayy, 2C's, you know how we rockin', nigga, yes, sir)

[Kendrick P.:]
All I know is dope, all I get is money
All these niggas fake and phony, can't get nothin' from me
It's power in this 50, so don't force me, you ain't Tommy
Can't be mad at me 'cause your bitch just topped me in her bonnet, let's go
It's early morning bankroll
P pop out in places you can't go
I was raised a killer to take souls
I ain't sayin' a thing 'til the case closed
Yeah, I was raised a killer to take souls
And I ain't sayin' a thing 'til the case closed
Ain't sayin' a thing 'til the case closed

[Jae Fitz:]
And a nigga better keep their face closed
It's best to give me some space, bro
Step inside the square, end up gettin' X'd out or KO'd
Don't play, ho
Young niggas in the cut ridin' with that Draco
On that hot shit, gon' walk a nigga down and turn that case cold
Okay, so, it's Mr. Fitz, none of you niggas ain't fuckin' with me
With the shit, I get your bitch and I have her best friend fuck her with me
Course I'm different, plus I'm gettin' it
I'm the GOAT, yup, I'm feelin'
It's fuckin' sickenin', I'm still fly and I'm chasin' bread like a fuckin' pigeon
Lord, forgive me, know I'm trippin', Jae Fitz, he somethin' serious
On my grind, ho, keep in mind though I'm a cool nigga, I'm fuckin' ignant
Sucker, listen, usually I'm solo, but I got my brothers with me
And this for life, got it out the mud, nigga, we stuck in this shit

[Psyko Notch:]
I'm tryna get it, so I'm posted up in the kitchen
Standin' in front of the stove
Whippin' it hard from soft
I'm tryna run up my digits, so I'm sellin' both
I got no time to talk
If we not speakin' on profit, then I'm gettin' lost
'Cause you could get lined and chalked
Tryna block me on my come-up, I'm breakin' the law
Nigga, my time, it cost
More than a Bentley, a Rollie 'cause my mama told me
If it ain't 'bout money, then don't let 'em hold me
And never do favors, let nobody owe me
Say you get money, then you gotta show me
Niggas wanna take me back to the old me
Back when I was wearin' nothin' but Pro E
Now I run it up, I'm keepin' it low-key
All the bitches wanna act like they know me, pause, I got no time for broads
'Cause I'm a shark in that water, I'm really unbothered unless you gon' give me them jaws
I'm not your regular artist, the important part is I'm raw and I get to the point
These broke-ass niggas'll follow you all the way to hell if they see you rollin' a blunt
It's Notch

[Bink4sho:]
I'm out here chasin' that dirty cash
I be all through the city with dirty tags
You niggas lovin' these dirty hoes
I'm just tryna fuck her and make her mad
My niggas thuggin' and wanna crash
Swear if I point, that's a nigga ass
Slimin' shit turned me a big dog
Lil' nigga with a big bag
They know from the jump I don't know shit
Ayy, I'm uppin' that bitch and I won't miss
I been on my shit for a long time
But easy to jump on some dumb shit
Ayy, I ain't sayin' a thing 'til the case closed
And I'm watchin' for niggas that's plottin'
Stay far from the laws and all of these fake hoes

[Don Trip:]
I'm all about my queso, I put a stock on the Draco
Now I control all that recoil, I'll turn your hat to a halo
Rap niggas get on my nerves, I don't play games, so, bitch, I'm injured reserve
I got some shooters right here on my team, they hittin' all green if I give 'em the word
Try at your own risk, I'm anxious to get on some nonsense
I'd rather count this chicken, but all my weapons came with a drumstick
Yeah, drum like 808, this AK came with a drum kit
Wife be shittin' on all you hatin'-ass bitches, I feel like Johnny Depp
Money machine on common sense, if we ain't getttin' pape', that's dumb as shit
Bitch-ass nigga can't stop me yet, keep metal on me like an army vet
Nah, they don't want none of this smoke, but in case they do, I brought smoke grenades
I know life's a gamble, so I'm always wearin' my poker face
Yeah, please step back ten feet, yeah, give me some open space
Nah, let's go get this paper, I touch more paper than a rolling tray
I might just load up my .357, I'm an oddball
Wrote "fuck you" on the hog maw, forgiveness is God's job, bitch (Long live Pif)