Baby Stone Gorillas - B$G Intro ( BABYST5XNE GORILLAS) lyrics

You have your bip on you?
'Cause if you ain't got no bip on you
I ain't hangin' out with you no more, bro
Please stand clear of the closing door
Going up first floor (Ayy)

This P4K, you can call me another day
A hundred somethin' rounds we dumpin'
Left his body by the lake
You tried to save him, but you couldn't
Filled his body up with lead
I got dread shottas that be trippin' off meds
They said fuck this game
Cross the 5 and we'll pop you
You don't take a couple straps
A couple shooters just to find you
Bust it down and bag it up, he in the hood
I gotta find him i done bust my wrist down
But them bullets probably done blind you
Them K shells rocked his snipe
I got gang unit tryna find him
Know when it's up and it's
Stuck, I'm the center, always dividin'
You got a switch and a stick on your gun
But you ain't gon' shoot it
If we catch him, then we got him
He ain't exchangin' no gunfire

Going up second floor

Y'all don't be pullin' off the block
I'm finna turn 'em up
I heard your mans up in this room
We finna burn him up
Don't ever think you finna cross the 5, yeah
We'll touch you up
Them goons slidin', they hit your block
Sound like a party bus
My rude side get hella angry when
I ain't got no bucks
Don't choose sides when you ride, man
I ride because we move as one
They don't really want no problem
'cause we gon' do it up
Brodie said if he hot he
Might just shoot him up
I'm on stackin' mode, when it get ugly
I'm finna rob my unc'
I'm finna boom, I try to spit it super-fast
I gotta stop and pump
You say you in that one bag, okay
That's not enough i'm drivin' fast, I'm on a
Roll, finna chase this bag
Feel like my pockets bustin'

Going up third floor

I know you heard of me before
But I'm the MVP
I like sweepin' niggas' blocks, I got OCD
Cooler kit on my Glock, sometimes it overheat
I shoot for three, don't alley oop the ball
Sometimes I play for keeps
Ballin', slidin' with the Glock
They call him Pistol Pete
Sometimes I creep then I
Crawl like I'm Eazy-E
Your man's baby mama stuck
She want a piece of me
She watchin' BSG big all on her TV screen


It's real Air Forces in this bitch
I ain't got no space for Yeez' sick nigga
I can blow a bag every time I sneeze

Going up fourth floor

Top5ivee be the name
But you already knew that
Still thuggin' in the field, ten toes
I'm still in the set i need a big bag
Rolls truck with a couple sticks
I like my bitches bad, when it get real
She in there pullin' skit's
Sippin' on this drink
Words slurred when I take a sip
Bro, I almost hit the curb in the coupe
I almost totaled it
She like, "Ain't you Top5ivee?"
I'm like, "yeah, " she said she noticed me
I'm really in the field
Better watch how you approachin' me
I'm thirsty for a kill, finna spark it
Then we foldin' him
She like, "Ain't you Top5ivee?"
I'm like, "yeah, " she said she noticed me
I'm really in the field
Better watch how you approachin' me
I'm thirsty for a kill, finna spark it
Then we foldin' him

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