[Intro]
(RonRon do that shit)
[Verse 1]
I'm thinking, "What I'm gon' say in this bitch?"
I don't play games, we run game on your bitch
Side Cubans iced out, I rep the gang in this bitch
Iced out AP on my arm like I sprained my wrist
Killers love me like I'm made
Never trust a nigga or a bitch how I was raised
Traveling out of state with me and Barter making plays
Chilling in the slums, now it's Slums and the motherfucking Jays
And you know we on gorilla shit
Everybody killer, bitches too, it ain't no innocent
My quiet bitch gon' share me with her friend, I give 'em benefits
I done made a million out my trap, bitch, I been rich
[Verse 2]
With my Chiraq niggas and you know we on gorilla shit
I'm no mothеrfucking E, I'm a Baby Stone Gorilla, bitch
Yeah, my OG smoke shеrm and sniff work, but he be killing shit
I bought a foreign off the lot and did some donuts out the dealership
Put a potato on the top, extend the Glock, and start peeling shit
BSG the pest control, we don't tolerate none of that snitching shit
I got a bag and started flexing like I been rich
You shot your shot with my lil' ho, but bro, you been missed
A lot of years up in the game, but they ain't did shit
Catching plays like I'm Madden, know I'll hit 'em with the hit stick
You a bitch, you just forgot to wear the lipstick
Glock with an instant, heard the opps ain't used to tension
Brodie said the pape' gon' come, but the hate gon' bome
Nah, this ain't no fucking marching band, but the gang got drums
Baby Stone Gorillas in this bitch and you hate that, huh?
I got my killers in this bitch and you hate that, huh?
(RonRon do that shit)
[Verse 1]
I'm thinking, "What I'm gon' say in this bitch?"
I don't play games, we run game on your bitch
Side Cubans iced out, I rep the gang in this bitch
Iced out AP on my arm like I sprained my wrist
Killers love me like I'm made
Never trust a nigga or a bitch how I was raised
Traveling out of state with me and Barter making plays
Chilling in the slums, now it's Slums and the motherfucking Jays
And you know we on gorilla shit
Everybody killer, bitches too, it ain't no innocent
My quiet bitch gon' share me with her friend, I give 'em benefits
I done made a million out my trap, bitch, I been rich
[Verse 2]
With my Chiraq niggas and you know we on gorilla shit
I'm no mothеrfucking E, I'm a Baby Stone Gorilla, bitch
Yeah, my OG smoke shеrm and sniff work, but he be killing shit
I bought a foreign off the lot and did some donuts out the dealership
Put a potato on the top, extend the Glock, and start peeling shit
BSG the pest control, we don't tolerate none of that snitching shit
I got a bag and started flexing like I been rich
You shot your shot with my lil' ho, but bro, you been missed
A lot of years up in the game, but they ain't did shit
Catching plays like I'm Madden, know I'll hit 'em with the hit stick
You a bitch, you just forgot to wear the lipstick
Glock with an instant, heard the opps ain't used to tension
Brodie said the pape' gon' come, but the hate gon' bome
Nah, this ain't no fucking marching band, but the gang got drums
Baby Stone Gorillas in this bitch and you hate that, huh?
I got my killers in this bitch and you hate that, huh?
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