Baby Stone Gorillas - Brag Different lyrics

(Geronimo) skrrt

My life crazy, I ain't think
This was gon’ happen, nigga
Driving fast, slow down before you
Crash while you in traffic, nigga
That one bitch got mad
She said I fuck a lot of ratchet bitches
I turned up, start rapping
Got a bag so I could brag different
My life crazy, I ain't think
This was gon' happen, nigga
Driving fast, slow down before you
Crash while you in traffic, nigga
That one bitch got mad
She said I fuck a lot of ratchet bitches
I turned up, start rapping
Got a bag so I could brag different

Man, I grew up gettin’ that
Shit up out the mud, don't do no ass kissing
Try to disrespect the gang
I'm either shooting or I'm ass-kicking
All black Forces with the mask to fit it
That mean I'm tryna turn rags to riches
Damn, thinking 'bout my past
I'm always wishing shit was different
Damn, we still got niggas beating pots
And pans up in the kitchen
Yeah, we ain't playing no games, baby
We gettin’ straight to business
Yeah, step a foot up in my shoes and
You gon’ see just how I'm living
I fell in love with sipping mud even
Though it had me in my feelings

Stepped up to the mic, I swear to God
That shit had changed my life
When it’s time to take a trip, bounce out
You better do it right
I love them four-fives, it got a kick
I had to grip it tight
You wasn't out there with us
When we was thugging, tryna get it right
You wasn't out there with us
When we was thugging, man
I miss them nights
Losing all my brothers, it ain't the same
But this what come with life (Jay)
Nine out of ten, we gon’ get him
But he can't run and hide
My young niggas demons, they in the field
They say they love to slide (Jay)

My life crazy, I ain't think
This was gon' happen, nigga
Driving fast, slow down before you
Crash while you in traffic, nigga
That one bitch got mad
She said I fuck a lot of ratchet bitches
I turned up, start rapping
Got a bag so I could brag different
My life crazy, I ain't think
This was gon' happen, nigga
Driving fast, slow down before you
Crash while you in traffic, nigga
That one bitch got mad
She said I fuck a lot of ratchet bitches
I turned up, start rapping
Got a bag so I could brag different

I'm that nigga and they mad
I ain't gotta brag racks all in my pocket
Micro K in the duffel bag
Dissing on the dead, now you dead
Ain't no boming back
And when we speaking on this gangster shit
Better speak the facts
Military chopper with a drum
With a suppressor attached
Anything that get up in our way
Then we stepping on that
I was in the bounty running fades
I was pressing on that


Gurb, salute me or just shoot
Me, in the trenches, i'm tripping like that
I got a couple nines, fuck these shells
Got a tip up his back
When we Jay slide, we Jay slide
We be strictly on that
Like Madd, had to tuck the bitty-wop
I was saggin' the Benz
Glock nine and Glock 40, nigga
We sagging with twins
Trenches of the trenches, when we spinned it
We called him again
My dog hit the pen, Level IV
He just called me again
We still Jay banging
Taking fades from the streets to the pen

My life crazy, I ain't think
This was gon' happen, nigga
Driving fast, slow down before you
Crash while you in traffic, nigga
That one bitch got mad
She said I fuck a lot of ratchet bitches
I turned up, start rapping
Got a bag so I could brag different
My life crazy, I ain't think
This was gon' happen, nigga
Driving fast, slow down before you
Crash while you in traffic, nigga
That one bitch got mad
She said I fuck a lot of ratchet bitches
I turned up, start rapping
Got a bag so I could brag different