Guerilla Guerilla Guerilla Don Trip (Ft. OMB Bloodbath)

Guerilla Guerilla Guerilla
Yeah
Guerilla Guerilla Guerilla
Yeah

East Side, like always
I been killin this shit, 's a cold case

Popped shop my spot was wide open like a hallway
The end field musta joined thirteen's
Baby I'm just tryin to coordinate

I love the money, no foreplay
Loaf of bread, no shortcake
My young nigga won't take the chain
Turn all that ice into sorbet

I had to beg him not to slide
Guerilla Guerilla Guerilla (echo)

They live in a death trap
There's only one way to exit
The same way you enter

Shout out to Rohit
He gone til' November
He told me it's nothing
He'll make me for Crimbo