Gorilla Warfare

[Verse 1:]

A nigga died in the front seat of his Rolls-Royce He ain't had no choice

Suppressor get him compressed up with no voice

You hear me? eradicating my descendants it's not even a decision

You niggas bitches gassed up solid gonna turn them to liquid

Yeah, but now it's young these problems got me suspended

You can book her for massages, but they come with the happiest endings

Shit look better when you really actually winning

Crab in a champagne glass feelings Ralph Simons

Cash giving house with thе glass ceiling 'cause see your ass in it

She did this on purposе know for certain it wasn't an accident

I could never let an industry make a sacrificial sacrament

You're the type to sell your soul be the first one that's the applicant, nigga

Yeah

[Hook:]

They know the guns they know we packing 'em

While we discussing practice My childhood was a fun one

We was flipping off the mattress the shit had pissing stains

But it don't matter We still got active

The old heads wasn't quick to give us the code, but we still gonna crack it

Guerrilla warfare see, I was raised on vintage tactics

He gon need a pallbearer I'm thinking 60 Curry his casket

Hit an all air he shot a brick while I passed him

I'm feeling like Malcolm X with my Cartier glasses

[Verse 2:]

So nigga like (?????)  still taxed 'em

Did it again six times, back to back like Phil Jackson

Make you walk across the burning sands I'm the king of the land

It's a tranquilizer moment limbs locked still we stand

Let's forget about the moments I had My shot disappeared from my hands

And  nigga that bounced back sucked my dick all you (weird??) niggas dead?

I can never touch swine 'cause we came back with a pig in his hands

Be careful one of the smartest niggas I know did the bid in the feds

So that life you playing with you should live in the stare

'Til your mom put the kids in the beds

I won't forget I ain't the type that's gonna forget you

[Hook:]

Fuck y'all niggas, fuck y'all up, I'm out

They know the guns they know we packing 'em

While we discussing practice My childhood was a fun one

We was flipping off the mattress the shit had pissing stains

But it don't matter We still got active

The old heads wasn't quick to give us the code, but we still gonna crack it

Guerrilla warfare see, I was raised on vintage tactics

He gon need a pallbearer I'm thinking 60 Curry his casket

Hit an all air he shot a brick while I passed him

I'm feeling like Malcolm X with my Cartier glasses