"Guerilla Gang 2" lyrics
(feat. Kendrick P, Psyko Notch, Jae Fitz, Bink4sho & Dolla)
Yeah, yeah, aight
Bitch, it's CO, spit verses worth kilo (Yeah)
Know we be the cheat code, if you need those, come and see bro (Ayy)
Speak down on Trip, then CO come and see you
What I mean? Fritos or Doritos or Lays
Either way I need my chips (Okay), nigga play, he gettin' clipped (Yeah)
I got money comin', hundreds runnin' up, I never quit (Yeah)
I ain't slippin', bitch, I'm really with this shit, I rip it quick
Naw, we can't miss with this, we runnin' up them M's (Yeah)
I got no time to play, got mouths to feed, so I got bands to make (Right)
I got some friends who hate, but shakin' my hand and starin' me right in my face (Damn)
I'd rather catch a case and plead the Fifth then run around actin' fake (On God)
These niggas rather hop on the stand, tell on they man and save they face (Damn)
Bitch, we ballin' like chemo (What?), they lookin' for me like Nemo (Okay)
No, I don't play the piano, boy, I know all about C-notes (Okay, okay)
Stay strapped with a couple Nick Cannons, you wildin' out, I'ma reload (Yeah)
Then spin the block and go beast mode and put your fam in a tree load
Bitch, I'm the man and we know (We know), look like I'm playin' with kilos (Kilos)
We some niggas that's rollin' blunts like damn burritos
Shit hit the fan and we blow, come with the plan and we go (We go)
Get to throwin' them bullets at you like Dan Marino (Baow)
You understandin' me, ho? Say if I said it, I mean it (Okay)
Your bitch hungry for dick, but instead, I fed her my semen
Better cash out me, ho, again, I said it, I mean it (What?)
A nigga like me gon' be after fetty like 'cine (Yeah)
I be throwed off, geeked up, what I gotta sleep for? (Nah)
I start off with three (Ayy), I don't think you high as me (Nah)
I told my mama I'm a thug and she said, "Boy, that's fine with me" (For real)
And my young nigga and 'nem wildin', they be spinnin' like CP (Baow)
I got a bougie bitch, all she do is fuck and watch TV (Fuck and watch TV)
Bitchin' 'bout another bitch, thinkin' she the one I need (Damn)
We been ballin' for a minute, they should start another league
I told my niggas ain't no ring without a team (Long live Pif)
'Bout my mozzarella, provolone, cheddar, and the gouda
When it come to gettin' this cheese, ain't no limit how I do it
Work the clock or work the block, long as I'm gettin' to it
Shit, the grind is the grind, man, somebody gotta do it
Makin' somethin' outta nothin', man, you know I'm used to it
Tried to lock the door on me, but I had to break through it
You don't work, you don't eat, and you know that how it go
Either legal or illegal, long as we ain't broke, that's on Pif
Mr. Trip been sewin' turtlenecks, I'm at they throat
Seen so many dead presidents, now I believe in ghosts
Both my pockets said they can't take no more bread, it make 'em bloat
My AK say all she really want for Christmas is a scope
My lil' homie told me all he want for Christmas is some snow
And he'll make you disappear if I front him for a four
Say there's greater things in life, you know that money comes and goes
Well, tell me which way it's comin' so I know which way to go
Bitch, I'm headed there
Dressed for success with a strap, feelin' debonair
Made some cake in every state but Delaware
It's some niggas hatin' what I'm makin' and I'm well aware
Meanwhile, my wife look like I plucked her out a fairytale
Your label paid you what? Man, I spent that on her hair and nails
My car got more motherfuckin' horses than a carousel
Chopper on the seat, shit get scarier than Annabelle
The devil said you hoes don't stand a chance in hell
Long live Pif
Bitch, it's CO, spit verses worth kilo (Yeah)
Know we be the cheat code, if you need those, come and see bro (Ayy)
Speak down on Trip, then CO come and see you
What I mean? Fritos or Doritos or Lays
Either way I need my chips (Okay), nigga play, he gettin' clipped (Yeah)
I got money comin', hundreds runnin' up, I never quit (Yeah)
I ain't slippin', bitch, I'm really with this shit, I rip it quick
Naw, we can't miss with this, we runnin' up them M's (Yeah)
I got no time to play, got mouths to feed, so I got bands to make (Right)
I got some friends who hate, but shakin' my hand and starin' me right in my face (Damn)
I'd rather catch a case and plead the Fifth then run around actin' fake (On God)
These niggas rather hop on the stand, tell on they man and save they face (Damn)
Bitch, we ballin' like chemo (What?), they lookin' for me like Nemo (Okay)
No, I don't play the piano, boy, I know all about C-notes (Okay, okay)
Stay strapped with a couple Nick Cannons, you wildin' out, I'ma reload (Yeah)
Then spin the block and go beast mode and put your fam in a tree load
Bitch, I'm the man and we know (We know), look like I'm playin' with kilos (Kilos)
We some niggas that's rollin' blunts like damn burritos
Shit hit the fan and we blow, come with the plan and we go (We go)
Get to throwin' them bullets at you like Dan Marino (Baow)
You understandin' me, ho? Say if I said it, I mean it (Okay)
Your bitch hungry for dick, but instead, I fed her my semen
Better cash out me, ho, again, I said it, I mean it (What?)
A nigga like me gon' be after fetty like 'cine (Yeah)
I be throwed off, geeked up, what I gotta sleep for? (Nah)
I start off with three (Ayy), I don't think you high as me (Nah)
I told my mama I'm a thug and she said, "Boy, that's fine with me" (For real)
And my young nigga and 'nem wildin', they be spinnin' like CP (Baow)
I got a bougie bitch, all she do is fuck and watch TV (Fuck and watch TV)
Bitchin' 'bout another bitch, thinkin' she the one I need (Damn)
We been ballin' for a minute, they should start another league
I told my niggas ain't no ring without a team (Long live Pif)
'Bout my mozzarella, provolone, cheddar, and the gouda
When it come to gettin' this cheese, ain't no limit how I do it
Work the clock or work the block, long as I'm gettin' to it
Shit, the grind is the grind, man, somebody gotta do it
Makin' somethin' outta nothin', man, you know I'm used to it
Tried to lock the door on me, but I had to break through it
You don't work, you don't eat, and you know that how it go
Either legal or illegal, long as we ain't broke, that's on Pif
Mr. Trip been sewin' turtlenecks, I'm at they throat
Seen so many dead presidents, now I believe in ghosts
Both my pockets said they can't take no more bread, it make 'em bloat
My AK say all she really want for Christmas is a scope
My lil' homie told me all he want for Christmas is some snow
And he'll make you disappear if I front him for a four
Say there's greater things in life, you know that money comes and goes
Well, tell me which way it's comin' so I know which way to go
Bitch, I'm headed there
Dressed for success with a strap, feelin' debonair
Made some cake in every state but Delaware
It's some niggas hatin' what I'm makin' and I'm well aware
Meanwhile, my wife look like I plucked her out a fairytale
Your label paid you what? Man, I spent that on her hair and nails
My car got more motherfuckin' horses than a carousel
Chopper on the seat, shit get scarier than Annabelle
The devil said you hoes don't stand a chance in hell
Long live Pif
