Guerilla Maab Year Of The Underdawgs Lyrics

Year Of The Underdawgs Lyrics

f/ Big T



[Hook: Big T]

Fuck y'all, I'm staying on my job

Its the Big T, putting it down with the Maab

Fuck y'all, I know you gon hate

For the ones who talking down, we keep putting it in your face

Fuck y'all, you boppers and gold diggers

We some million dolla niggas, you never gon get us

Fuck y'all, I know you boys heard

The year of the underdawg, and we repping the Dirty Third



[Z-Ro]

Lately I've been losing my composure, the soldier in me is raging

I got a fucked up attitude, and I punish a punk if he misbehaving

Like I'm taking names, when it get a little more deeper

Z-Ro the Crooked taking aim, point blank range, hit a nigga in the brain

Is it ever gon stop hell naw, shouldn't even have to tell y'all, but if

One of y'all run up on anybody, Guerilla Maab and people gon smell y'all

Cause I don't give a fuck about you, when I bust I'm trying

To knock a chunk up out ya, hit a motherfucker in the middle of the ring

Left right combos, pre punk up out you, ahh bitch all cats

Don't want no beef, fucking with me, and the Guerilla M double A-B

Haters sprinkle S-L-A-T, but we steady stack E-N-D's

Out on the block or up in the sto', raw like salt that's up in your nose

A gangsta I suppose, and until my eyes close fuck y'all



[Hook]



[Dougie D]

Fuck y'all fuck you, and everything that you stand fo'

I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P, Dougie D all I want is the cash flow

From the front to the back do', I'll straight up slide a hoe all up out my
pesos

Sparkle weaving all these fake hoes, leaving hatas so shit I'll shake those

Feel that man they can get back wanna rip that, four five killing all chit
chat

Man I live a life long straight do' flat, come roll with me so its like
that

Everyday all day, representing for the dirty third, fuck what a

Motherfucker heard, swift flyer than a bird, a nigga swang and a nigga
swerve

Indeed I love to smoke my weed, stimulate my M-I-N-D

But these hatas always up on my meat, so I gotta stay up on my P's

Put it down with my partna Big T, representing hard in the Southside
streets

We gon continue to smash for the trash, and the white folks what y'all
thinking



[Hook]



[Trae]

Repping the Dirty Third, we in the four do' Coupe coming up on the curb

And fin to fly to the South like a heard of birds, and anybody talking down

Better watch they words, 'fore I touch a nigga nerve

And if another one of you motherfuckers wanna get stoled on

Better hold on 'fore I roll on, with a right hand that'll do a nigga so
wrong

It'll be known for some of y'all to move on, we still always and forever

Guerillas that mob and I'm the lieutenant, stand down back down

And get a nigga smacked down, into the ground you feel me now

Thinking I don't know that y'all hating on us, while your other

Motherfuckers be waiting on us, and changing on us

Debating on us, and all of that hate only made a nigga tough, fuck being
down

We ain't going back broke I'ma cope anyone that Trae'd never smoke

Any one of these hoes going against the Maab, on the mic you better

Get a day job, we ain't having it motherfucker better know we talented

Any way I'ma damage it, savage it, when we come

Through the do', we ramming it



[Hook - 2x]