Guerilla by TrapstarCZ Lyrics
[Intro]
Ayy, it's on that West Coast type shit, you already know
Let's get it
[Hook}
Cruisin' down your street, I'm gon' pull up wit that heat
You think this is a game, but my pistol gon' bang
Ima pull up with stick, got the hunnid' round clip
Bitch pour up some lean, better watch for the beam
I'm flippin' by the pound, who need the oz?
I just hit a stain now I'm bussin' for the gang
Got my mind on my bag, go chase that sack
My choppa blowin' steam, call it a feen
[Verse 1]
We pourin' double cups yeah we sippin' onnat mud
When we pull up to your dome you better tuck them poles
Choppas in the backseats, take it to the backstreets
When I see an opp, you know he gon' get popped
Choppa in my hand, yo bitch on my dick
If you need a stick, then go hit a lick
Came from the bottom now we goin' to the top
You say you with the shits, bitch that is a stunt
I just copped two pounds, bitch roll up a blunt
I got juice take a sip, got the choppa let it rip
Muddy in my Sprite, I don't sip on that clean
I'm smokin onnat dank on the way to the bank
[Hook}
Cruisin' down your street, I'm gon pull up wit that heat
You think this is a game, but my pistol gon bang
Ima pull up with stick, got the hunnid round clip
Bitch pour up some lean, better watch for the beam
I'm flippin by the pound, who need the oz?
I just hit a stain now I'm bussin for the gang
Got my mind on my bag, go chase that sack
My choppa blowin steam, call it a feen
[Verse 2]
You say that you bangin', but where is your flag?
Bitch I like them foreigns, I might cop a jag
My choppa takin' souls, bitch you got a pole?
My neck gettin' cold cause alla this gold
Fuck the popo I'm bring out that pole
Talking all that shit but you hiding with your clique
Bitch I'm a guerilla I gotta Glock witta dick
Talkin' tough, where you from, I'm blowing through these drums
My choppa an eater, always tuck that heater
Fuck all them snitches they all some bitches
You say that you want smoke, but you don't even tote
I'm settling demands its making me these bands
[Hook}
Cruisin' down your street, I'm gon' pull up wit that heat
You think this is a game, but my pistol gon' bang
Ima pull up with stick, got the hunnid round clip
Bitch pour up some lean, better watch for the beam
I'm flippin' by the pound, who need the oz?
I just hit a stain now I'm bussin' for the gang
Got my mind on my bag, go chase that sack
My choppa blowin' steam, call it a feen
Ayy, it's on that West Coast type shit, you already know
Let's get it
[Hook}
Cruisin' down your street, I'm gon' pull up wit that heat
You think this is a game, but my pistol gon' bang
Ima pull up with stick, got the hunnid' round clip
Bitch pour up some lean, better watch for the beam
I'm flippin' by the pound, who need the oz?
I just hit a stain now I'm bussin' for the gang
Got my mind on my bag, go chase that sack
My choppa blowin' steam, call it a feen
[Verse 1]
We pourin' double cups yeah we sippin' onnat mud
When we pull up to your dome you better tuck them poles
Choppas in the backseats, take it to the backstreets
When I see an opp, you know he gon' get popped
Choppa in my hand, yo bitch on my dick
If you need a stick, then go hit a lick
Came from the bottom now we goin' to the top
You say you with the shits, bitch that is a stunt
I just copped two pounds, bitch roll up a blunt
I got juice take a sip, got the choppa let it rip
Muddy in my Sprite, I don't sip on that clean
I'm smokin onnat dank on the way to the bank
[Hook}
Cruisin' down your street, I'm gon pull up wit that heat
You think this is a game, but my pistol gon bang
Ima pull up with stick, got the hunnid round clip
Bitch pour up some lean, better watch for the beam
I'm flippin by the pound, who need the oz?
I just hit a stain now I'm bussin for the gang
Got my mind on my bag, go chase that sack
My choppa blowin steam, call it a feen
[Verse 2]
You say that you bangin', but where is your flag?
Bitch I like them foreigns, I might cop a jag
My choppa takin' souls, bitch you got a pole?
My neck gettin' cold cause alla this gold
Fuck the popo I'm bring out that pole
Talking all that shit but you hiding with your clique
Bitch I'm a guerilla I gotta Glock witta dick
Talkin' tough, where you from, I'm blowing through these drums
My choppa an eater, always tuck that heater
Fuck all them snitches they all some bitches
You say that you want smoke, but you don't even tote
I'm settling demands its making me these bands
[Hook}
Cruisin' down your street, I'm gon' pull up wit that heat
You think this is a game, but my pistol gon' bang
Ima pull up with stick, got the hunnid round clip
Bitch pour up some lean, better watch for the beam
I'm flippin' by the pound, who need the oz?
I just hit a stain now I'm bussin' for the gang
Got my mind on my bag, go chase that sack
My choppa blowin' steam, call it a feen