Lyrics to Gorillas
Yeah, yeah
Gang, gang
Start off, shorties and big bodies, you know how I'm rocking
Kick doors on the nine, they like, "Lil' folks always been out of pocket"
Hoes, they on my line until I say, "You ain't getting in my wallet"
Thirty on my .9, the opps see me, they like, "That's what you call it"
Watch your fucking mouth 'fore I pop up at your momma house
And leave you slumped like you was off them drugs on your fucking couch
Walk Down Gang, when we [?] up, we be showing out
Pop Out Gang, once we catch the opps, we walk 'em down
Beezo up on that nigga but you know that if you tote, blow that
These niggas pussy, tough as hell online, in real life you ain't on that
Slidе the door back, pop out, walk 'em down and face shot, push his throat back
All on livе, talking about how he survived, it's time for us to go back
You know me, I'm flee as hell and lil' bro flee as well
I let three shots off this revolver, that's three bodies, ain't no shells
Left him Ricky, what's that smell? Hold on, I'm tweaking, oh, he 12
And if you say you got a problem, hit my block, don't hit my cell
Uh, I'm that nigga, smoking opps out a Backwood, not a Swisher
He said I ain't with it, how do you figure it?
If I hit a lick, ain't no hundreds, some fifties, I'm killing the dealer
Beezy got a [?], it don't get realer, Draco and banana peel
I done took some much shit I can play for the Steelers
I don't think you want with the gang, gorrilas
I won't drop a diss, I drop the bag
Keep fire on me, extended mag
She eating me, I make her gag
He eat his plate and take a sack
We hit up his whip and make him crash
Ain't no IG, we on his ass
Keep playing with me, we on his ass
Lil' 4 just say he want a head
We double back like bring it back
Bitch, I be with the silver [?]
We don't do no tit for tat
Bitch, steppers leave a nigga flat
We turned his lil' bro to a pack
Pay for the drop, we sending that
Ain't beefing over no Internet
I show you how to a nigga whacked
I can show you how to get a nigga touched
We finna bust if he pulling up
I get some blicks, we finna rush
Hit his ass up, we sending up
Take the [?] to the clip, it's a double up
Fuck the bitch to make her get my brother sucked
We hit his block with a ton of shots
The K round hold a hunny bun
What's the word? Bitch, I'm the shit
I know you heard he disrespect
We got some nerves, we leave his shit all on the curb
Where I come from, don't nobody make it out
We all feel cursed, they paid me ten just for a verse
I still gon' put in work, bitch
Start off, shorties and big bodies, you know how I'm rocking
Kick doors on the nine, they like, "Lil' folks always been out of pocket"
Hoes, they on my line until I say, "You ain't getting in my wallet"
Thirty on my .9, the opps see me, they like, "That's what you call it"
Watch your fucking mouth 'fore I pop up at your momma house
And leave you slumped like you was off them drugs on your fucking couch
Walk Down Gang, once we [?] up, we be showing out
Pop Out Gang, once we catch the opps, we walk 'em down
Gang, gang
Start off, shorties and big bodies, you know how I'm rocking
Kick doors on the nine, they like, "Lil' folks always been out of pocket"
Hoes, they on my line until I say, "You ain't getting in my wallet"
Thirty on my .9, the opps see me, they like, "That's what you call it"
Watch your fucking mouth 'fore I pop up at your momma house
And leave you slumped like you was off them drugs on your fucking couch
Walk Down Gang, when we [?] up, we be showing out
Pop Out Gang, once we catch the opps, we walk 'em down
Beezo up on that nigga but you know that if you tote, blow that
These niggas pussy, tough as hell online, in real life you ain't on that
Slidе the door back, pop out, walk 'em down and face shot, push his throat back
All on livе, talking about how he survived, it's time for us to go back
You know me, I'm flee as hell and lil' bro flee as well
I let three shots off this revolver, that's three bodies, ain't no shells
Left him Ricky, what's that smell? Hold on, I'm tweaking, oh, he 12
And if you say you got a problem, hit my block, don't hit my cell
Uh, I'm that nigga, smoking opps out a Backwood, not a Swisher
He said I ain't with it, how do you figure it?
If I hit a lick, ain't no hundreds, some fifties, I'm killing the dealer
Beezy got a [?], it don't get realer, Draco and banana peel
I done took some much shit I can play for the Steelers
I don't think you want with the gang, gorrilas
I won't drop a diss, I drop the bag
Keep fire on me, extended mag
She eating me, I make her gag
He eat his plate and take a sack
We hit up his whip and make him crash
Ain't no IG, we on his ass
Keep playing with me, we on his ass
Lil' 4 just say he want a head
We double back like bring it back
Bitch, I be with the silver [?]
We don't do no tit for tat
Bitch, steppers leave a nigga flat
We turned his lil' bro to a pack
Pay for the drop, we sending that
Ain't beefing over no Internet
I show you how to a nigga whacked
I can show you how to get a nigga touched
We finna bust if he pulling up
I get some blicks, we finna rush
Hit his ass up, we sending up
Take the [?] to the clip, it's a double up
Fuck the bitch to make her get my brother sucked
We hit his block with a ton of shots
The K round hold a hunny bun
What's the word? Bitch, I'm the shit
I know you heard he disrespect
We got some nerves, we leave his shit all on the curb
Where I come from, don't nobody make it out
We all feel cursed, they paid me ten just for a verse
I still gon' put in work, bitch
Start off, shorties and big bodies, you know how I'm rocking
Kick doors on the nine, they like, "Lil' folks always been out of pocket"
Hoes, they on my line until I say, "You ain't getting in my wallet"
Thirty on my .9, the opps see me, they like, "That's what you call it"
Watch your fucking mouth 'fore I pop up at your momma house
And leave you slumped like you was off them drugs on your fucking couch
Walk Down Gang, once we [?] up, we be showing out
Pop Out Gang, once we catch the opps, we walk 'em down
