Guerilla Maab - Young Line Leader lyrics

Showing up is automatic, when you skating up the block With the trunk on knock, body rock when I'm in my drop For the 2K2 I just can't stop, a n***a don't wanna see us on Guerilla Maab representing this to the end, bubble eyed on twins Setting trends, gonna keep it up when I'ma ride on winds It's straight like that, we superstars like that Fat Pat So n***az out here better recognize, that we look alive It's been my time since '99, and it's going down when I rock the block Got fo' 18's in a bumper kit, I'm a billion dolla bleeder Strapped up with a heater, with a beamer, on the mic I straight up wreck the speaker, while Big Moe straight up wreck Aaliyah We got mo' heat than gonorrhea, so in the rap game we be the leaders A Southside thug made swanga, it's that type tight bump For the trunk Trae ain't no punk, you f** around and fin to wind up dumped Like millions that's gon off sherm, I pray that you n***az learn That we can't be stopped, just like Screw you on top We got the game on lock, and anything else ain't us You get out of line and we'll bust, on top of the game it's a must [Hook x2] I'm a young line leader, a billion dolla bleeder All my bopping baby mamas say what (say what) Banging Screw down the feeter, catch a hata with the heater All my Southside n***az say huh (say huh) [H.A.W.K.] I'm a leader not a foll'a, chump a** n***az get swalla'd If you ain't about that dolla, move the f** or I'ma holla In a 6-4 Impala, and I'm leaning to the side Got hoes flagging me down screaming, let me ride I represent the Southside, along with Dougie D and Trae It's the H-A-W-K, and it's mandatory that I pray For my G's not here today, and my n***az that's doing time I gotta spit these rhymes, to let y'all know you on my mind Me and the Maab we gon shine, cause we some young block bleeders Dedicated line leaders, on the cuts wearing Adidas These other cats can't see us, not even with bifocals We some super thoed locals, with some breath taking vocals [Hook x2] Southside, is where we gon swang Pulling up thoed when we, rolling Time to show up, in the truck Or in the slab, reclining on buck Southside love, it's them thugs H-A-W-K, Trizzae, and Doug [Dougie D] I'm a young line leader, a billion dolla block bleeder Keeping my heater right by my side, everytime that I creep up Mr. Dougie Daddy, bopping baby mamas wanna have me They touch me and grab me, cause Dougie crawling in a Caddy When I come through and I drop my top, and I'm flossing in the wind With a shining gold grin, get the game again cause looked at my win Making my Screw swang another diamond feeter Swerved it from lane to lane, I B.P. the dealer key while I'm creeping All of my Southside n***az, getting bucked and they hollin' huh Now tell em what we do, we get this motherf**er wild up and crunk This one for Screw this is your majesty, some god damn G's I had to be Mashing for the cash you see, nothing but the dolla sign that's all I see Ain't nothing but a Southside thang