Guerillas Songtext
von J $tash

I love all my niggas
Them niggas guerillas
They hittas, they drill us
So if there′s a problem
I don't got to pop them
My niggas they got them

I love all my niggas
Them niggas guerillas
They hittas, they drill us
I got one from Compton
So if theres a problem
He run up like "Nigga whats poppin"


Like nigga whats goody
New Wave hoody still posted in the cut with my day ones
I just seen my young nigga count a whole band outta straight ones (racks)
Then my man see my jacks so he sent me the whole thing (packs)
And every time I hit her she say she can′t take the whole thing
All white denim looking like cocaine
Put the purple in the sky just like Soul Plane
Trust no dame y'all boys so lame
Puffin' on gas nigga that′s propane
Let′s get it
Walking around town with a semi
Said he got work well I know he got plenty
Let's get it
Walking around town with a semi
Said he got work nigga said he got work
But he lied though
My homies really got the pies though
Let him in through the side door
Teddy Blow got a nine like Rondo
Pillz got a choppa with a drum kit combo, nigga
Smoking, sipping lean, made that work
Started getting money, make stacks work
Shawty fell in love with a nigga
Only hit her four times like my iPhone password

Uh, nigga what′s brackin
Always on point J$tash ain't slackin, trappin
Fuck nigga quit actin′
You ain't no set you ain′t bout no action
Fuck nigga how you run this city
Backing up names bruh
You done ducked Lil Teddy
Never had the semi but you knew we had plenty
When your parents came around fuck nigga you a friendly
Little richy Robb Bank$ relax
Smart stunnas, what the fuck is that?
Relax Gang's the real niggas with the straps
[?] already pinned your ass on the track
I heard Flacko caught you lackin boy you got smacked
So why the hard talkin? Lil nigga fall back
You ain't on that
All lies no facts
Cause I fucked your bitch
No lies straight facts


Yo bitch is Free Willy
She fucked cause I′m winning
I told you won′t give me a reason
Try Kenny and J that I'm squeezin′
I popped me a amber
I feel like I'm Simba
That chopper will see ya
Now wheres my contender
I killed my contender
Pull up in the Benta
Get her in the front though
She fuckin for income
A pimp so she get none
J $tash wanna hit some
I pop some I flip some
I do em like [?]
Choppers don′t flip though
All my niggas guerillas
We hate when them kill us
I bang with them niggas
Switch lanes with them killas
Still run with them hittas
Jump out with them killas
My niggas guerillas
Relax Gang we with it
Ask J how he feeling
He told me "You killing the game and we winning"(we winning)
I told him "We do this Free Willy and I know that we winning"
Use the flow as a killing
So hand me my crown
Relax Gang we with it