Guerilla Maab Work Somethin Lyrics

Work Somethin Lyrics

f/ Swab



[Dougie D]

One time for your mind, now get this bitch crunk

Let me see you throw the deuce for your hood, if you ain't no punk

Who scared you scared, hell naw how we bucked

We be bout it bout it and rowdy, and knocking in the trunk

Creased up pieced up, sipping on a cup of drank

While these bitches popping they pussy, and twerking blowing dank

All my bitches on the flo', watch a nigga body rock

So thoed up in the game, and we leaving hoes in shock

C-Walking cross the flo', and sliding down on you hoes

(bia-bia), get your hands off of my diamonds and my gold

Throwing bows on you hoes, the Maab enough to get it hype

Steady body rocking and shocking, all through the fucking night

Let me see your tongue ring, bitch you know that's what I like

Cause there ain't nothing, but nasty little thoughts up on my mind

Wide up up in this bitch, and we fin to shut the do'

Ain't nobody leaving up out of here, till I see you hoes



[Hook - 2x]

Work something, twerk something don't stop

All my niggas throw the deuce up, if you representing your block

Work something, twerk something don't stop

All my bitches on the floor, watch a nigga body rock



[Swab]

You've got to, work some-thing

Third Coast, let's get it jumping

It's time to, let our nuts hang

So bitch get out the way

If you ain't talking bout working something

And twerking something, yeeah

Guerilla Maab will do you, run right through you

Like I said, get out the way

Cause all we wanna see you do is



[Hook - 2x]



[Trae]

Picture me coming round the corner

More fly, than boppers on choppers

That's why these niggas, gon knock us

But ain't no way they gon stop us

Guerilla Maab we put it on you, from France to California

We street made block roamers, with a gray on blue toner

On slab or foreign cars, so niggas we don't barre

And if they wanna plex, then we gon straight up bring a war

We self made millionaires, so act like you know

We slamming do's on 4's, when body rocking the road

And I'm about to explode, when a nigga starts to get hyper

Doing it everytime, walking on bops on jock and I'ma wear no get her shine

A three-wheel swang abuser, and a three time straight bruiser

Better believe I ain't no punk, you better move like Luda

I'm a Guerilla fight thug type, when I'm sliding past hoes

With a baddest bitch that's shaking her ass, and steady dropping it to the

flo'

Throwing bows on niggas, to keep this motherfucker crunk

Like ten 18's in the trunk, swanging on screwed up funk



[Hook - 4x]