Guerilla Maab 3d2 - Double R Young Paccinos descargar videos gratis

(feat. Kendro)

[Hook: x2]

We be flipping in a double R, grubbing on caviar

Making bidness decisions, talking on my cellular

Are we the finest dressed, (yeah that sound like us)

Are we them niggaz to impress, (yeah that sound like us)

[Dougie D:]

Oh yeah we flipping and flossing, top down in double R

With Black Mexican Filipina, Puerto Rican star

Got my hands on that booty, everything is all to the goody

From state to state, making bidness decisions in every hoody

Tell me what y'all thinking, bitches steady trying to contest me

Cause I'm the one with the loochie, draped down in Gucci catch me

Feel what I'm speaking, all of the playas know the real

We grubbing on the caviar, with thousand whooping wheels

Down in Texas we wrecking, switch the game up to a new perspective

Banging you bitches in your head, and teaching many lessons

I'm the cause of Paccinos, and my nigga from the 4-lino

And Tory Lino, cocking our glocks and there he go

Yeah we handle it baby, new and refined organization

Guerilla Maab to the 2, and Young Paccinos down we crazy

Holla if you hear me, body rocking with my diamonds blinging

I'm mashing off in nine double R, to the bounce and banging

[Hook x2]

[Kendro:]

Well I be gripping on wood grain, humble rap Paccino

Letting cheats and freaks, turning seats like Nino

Got a frog eyed Beamer, swang down the feeter

Fish crease bezeltyne, leopard rug or cheetah

Sixteen screens, bungee jump the two seater

Grub the caviar, scood y'all for shareeta

We super unique, so yeah that sound like us

We crawl glass on Lacs, and put blocks on hush

I make the whole world blush, when it's rapping time

Before I reach 18, Kendro gon shine

And I'ma squash that plex, on a constant grind

And if you want a thoed track, hop in Rocko line

[Hook x2]

[Trae:]

I'm pulling up in a double R, talking on my cellular

While K and Raw sipping bar, G Maab TV no VCR

I know you heard about us, the streets nigga we run that

Them ghetto hoods we bought back, we drop tops on contacts

So real in the game, I glide on glass 4's mayn

Gripping the wood grain, spraying Fondren and Main

With 18's that bang, and a fifth wheel that lean

I know you want the Rolex, and two tripping off bezeltyne

Boss balling baby, keeping niggaz up on they toes

My job to turn heads, so I'm suicide with my do's

When I'm waving the block, it don't stop like bops

About to bust air shocks, and paint red dots on jocks

I got a pit named Genocide, with a dog house that's customized

I'm too playa mayn, from state to state with my enterprise

Armani to Gucci, I'm pulling yemps and I stay fly

We four cars deep, and pulling stunts on that Grapevine

[Hook x2]