I Found Me (feat. Trey D)

Man fuck y'all

**** fuck all y'all

Fuck all these **** and fuck all these hoes

If I needed a ride, I called on ****

If I wanted some ass, I called on hoes

Not no mo' though, I get around in a tinted out four door

And ain't got no mixed emotion, is a fa sho' thang

Don't fuck with Ro hoe, I done lost all of my love

Razor blade to the wrist, damn near lost all of my blood

This is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll ****

Y'all just come around 'cause I got them drugs

When all my drugs gone, **** all my thugs gone

And I'm scared to eat the last of the bread and the butter

Because after that, all the god damn bud gone

I'm a mo'fucking struggler, I wish I was a bubbler

Mama said that it would it be days like this

But not a life like this, so I take a knife like this and slice like this

Take life like this, fuck around and I take my own life like this

Or click me a bitch **** in the windpipe like this

That's right bitch, I'm a ignorant son of a bitch

And I do click quick, it might be halves and zones

To break a **** bones, but never be stones and sticks

I ain't the shit bitch, I'm the motherfucking commode

And fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul

Finally, I found me (man, you hoe ass ****...)

Man fuck, finally I found me (fuck all y'all)

Man fuck you hoes, I found me (know what I'm sayin'?)

Man fuck, finally I found me (murder on every last one of you hoe ass ****)

Man fuck you hoes, I found me

I used to be a cool cat

Now a victim of the blues cat

I got tired of motherfuckers taking a **** for granted

All I got is my mind, I can't lose that

I'ma use that, even though a **** mind gone

It ain't lost, 'cause I know where it's at

Just on another level than boys around here

For the paper stack, 'cause I'ma go where it's at

I sound like a (big ****), but I'm a (lil' ****)

Therefore some of y'all try to bo'gaurd

Piss a **** off and get that ass caught late night

On the backstreets, hollin', "Oh Lord"

It ain't no mercy, I still wanna see you bleed

Because I don't give a damn no more

**** see 3D-2, and but hollin' out, "Fuck you hoes"

Finally, I found me

It's still Guerilla Maab, and ain't a damn thang changed

I just peeped the game and these **** be shife

Over the years, I seen a lot of **** turn fake

Riding thick on the cool, and then I have to erase

You see me and the Maab, done learned without a thang

Man, most of these **** be around for the fame

It ain't no more love therefore, if you ain't kin

And if you get up in mine, you gon meet your end

I'm one of a kind, I think you better check yourself

And it don't mean a damn thang if I shake your hand

If I ain't too enthused and I got on a mean mask

You better stay on note 'cause I'll beat your ass

It's Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla Maab that

I think you better get back and shut the fuck up

'Fore you straight step off and get fucked up

**** Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro take nuts

So don't come around now bitch

When you showed everybody all kinds of love

And I ain't got none left, didn't nobody wanna care

How we thug, that's why I'm fin to be alone 'til I meet my death

Everybody we was cool with, fuck you too

And everybody who was hating us, fuck you too

It just took a little time for me to find myself

And that's why we getting rich off ourself (hell nah...)

Man fuck, finally I found me (I wanted a ride to the store, yes)

Man fuck you hoes, I found me (man, you hoe ass ****)

Man fuck, finally I found me (friends party, man)

Man fuck you hoes, I found me (fuck all y'all)

Better watch your back and identify yourself

**** one mo' step and I'ma cock back every weapon

I pack, fuck around and fr-fry yourself

A punk ass patty melt, no remorses gon' be felt

When I be dealing with a less than G individual

Nothing but a AK shot is gon' be felt

I never did trust no bitch, and I don't trust no ****

Fuck all of my associates, but in a life of a life

This motherfucker like me, you get what you suppose to get

Pussy in the middle of the fo'head, I wanna see my foes dead

And I smoke one of these old busted up ass hoes

Old trailer trash ass hoes, I live life one deep

And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', **** they know

Coming around my neck of the woods is a no-no

'Cause I got a 4-4, lay low please

Everytime I open my mouth mo'fuckers would never believe

That's why a **** trip a lil' bit with a razor blade

And the reason I wear long sleeves

Y'all can't help me, I don't want your help

I just want some, leave me alone

I don't wanna go to the club, I'm cool in the streets

Bitch, just leave me to roam

Don't call my cell phone, give folk don't give a damn

If I get one in my dome, fuck you dealing

Y'all don't understand my zone, finally I found me (man, I don't need...)

Man fuck, finally I found me (not one of you hoes)

Man fuck you hoes, I found me (it's droppin' south)

Man fuck, finally I found me (fuck all y'all ****)

Man fuck you hoes, I found me (hoes, friends, all you hoe ass ****)

Man fuck, finally I found me (I don't need not one of you motherfuckers)

Man fuck you hoes, I found me (guess what?)

Man fuck, finally I found me (fuck all y'all)

Man fuck you hoes, I found me (suck a **** dick and die, hoe)

This Ridgemont 4 forever, Z-Ro

The motherfucking Crooked, know I'm saying?

I ain't having that riff-raff man

I don't buy wolf tickets, you know I'm saying?

So send the hoes to another ****, you feel me?

It's 2K1 bitch, forever

Screwed up Click

My **** ain't going nowhere

Still chopping with Double D ****

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