Guerilla Maab Young Line Leader Lyrics

Young Line Leader Lyrics

f/ H.A.W.K.



[Trae]

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 nigga 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 niggaz 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 fuck around and fin to wind up dumped

Like millions that's gon off sherm, I pray that you niggaz 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 - 2x]

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 niggaz say huh (say huh)



[H.A.W.K.]

I'm a leader not a foll'a, chump ass niggaz get swalla'd

If you ain't about that dolla, move the fuck 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 niggaz 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 - 2x]



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 niggaz, getting bucked and they hollin' huh

Now tell em what we do, we get this motherfucker 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



[Hook - 4x]