Artist: Guerilla Maab Album: In the Mist of Guerillas Song: Maabin' Typed by: Lil Hustle Maabing, Maabing [Hook] We mobbing, and you know we never gon stop mayn We mobbing, pulling out my slabs for them bops mayn We mobbing, and a lot of these cats gon jock mayn We mobbing, we forever gon be mobbing to the top mayn [Trae] I'm pulling out my slab, and swanging glass on grass About to smash on gas I'm straight up acting a ass, so many shops on jock We got the rap game locked So many dots on my glock, I gotta dodge the cops And we too hot to try and way too cold to hold, my story gonna unfold I'm garunteed to be gold You see me and my kin, we straight up in it to win I'm thinking 600 Benz, with 20 twins'll spin we all in [Dougie D] Yeah we mobbing to the top, it don't stop Pulling out the slab for them bops, and watch the ass end hop sitting on chops Boys gon jock, and talk that nasty must We Guerilla Maab 3D2, worldwide stupid fucks Yeah we all up in y'all ear, I know y'all hear us when we coming Coke and the Rum and the Henny, in my stomach got me crunking Ready to fuck some'ing, that's the way it goes baby girl It's the Trae and the Dougie, mobbing across the world [Hook] [Dougie D] Ding-ding and the bellies roam, we back up in your shit Got you loving this, like the dogs love Kibbles-n-Bits [Trae] And now we dominating thangs, with wood grain on planes And 3D2 is the name, from state to state we stang [Dougie D] I'm a natural born playa, self made millionaire Got to get up and get out, and go and get it everywhere Pull my plan of execution, execute the plan to perfect First week of record sales, talking bout hitting 'em where it hurting I'ma bleed out the game, until it can't be bled no mo' See me on the video, and selling out at every show [Trae] Guerilla Maab is the team, my briefcase full of cream Is how I take my green, I'm living out my dream I'm slamming do's on hoes, and burning off on 4's And Lord knows I'm thoed, when I'm hopping in playa mode Ain't no Kenan Cole, I'm sporting Gucci and 'Sacci I know these cats gon knock me, but now ain't one gon stop me [Hook] [Trae] Now the ways of life, is straight up mash for it baby We make 'em lock up they ladies, when we mobbing in a Mercedes See the big bubble lights, they make the light of the night That make streets look bright, they blind-side on sight I pop trunk with screens, and bang glocks of shake And make 'em yell earthquake, with all the noise I make I'm balling out of control, and riding blue over grey We three deep with Reign, posted up in the turning lane know I'm saying [Dougie D] Ay-ay, it ain't easy being me I'm a pimp playa and a mack, and a certified G Better get your shit right, get your twisted mind together We be changing up the game, like all of the changing weather Mm-hm, y'all ain't know the flow just spit make y'all say man Maabing click, we popping up out of Caravans We from H-Town Texas, and we came to let ya know Guerilla pimping on you chickens, and mobbing up on you hoes [Hook] (*talking*) 3D2-3D2 (3D2) What we doing-what we doing (what we doing) What-what what-what (what-what) And it don't stop-and it don't stop (and it don't stop)