Baby Stone Gorillas - Flame Strangs lyrics
[Baby Stone Gorillas - Flame Strangs lyrics]
(Ayo, Corey, Run that shit up, Robbie)
Yeah, I love the gang, bump heads
But we gon' squabble up
Yeah, I love the gang, we bump heads
But we gon' squabble up
Yeah, I love my niggas, we bump heads
But we gon' squabble up
Them niggas can't do it, yeah
Them niggas think they tough as us
He took ten blows to the chin
I told him tighten up
My nigga got that Glock, it got a stick
So he gon' light it up
My nigga got that Glock, it got that stick
But he gon' light it up
I'm road runnin' all up in these Maisons
Tell 'em tighten up
You niggas, y'all been rappin'
For some years, y'all let us pass you up
Tour bitches bad, I'm at
The top drinkin' Wocky, yeah
Throw that lil' shit in the
Pot and rerock 'em up
Gloves, ski mask, pack of dope
And a strap on my hip
I was dealt to play two cards
That's the life that I live
Sippin' on some Wock' and baby bar
In the car with that shit
Y'all had two years, y'all just slid
And we still trippin' shit
He said he want a whole, I gave him half
Cut the tell off a brick
Give him twenty blicks plus ten and
We wet up the shit
I be super fly, dripped down
I'll step on a bitch
Stretch his ass out right on the curb
If he ain't bigger than Park
Trippin' from the Ace, thumb down
I bail straight to the Park
Got a fireman, I slid first
It's a race in the dark
Bounce out on his block and
Flame it up, yeah, i love that lil' part
FN got that infrared beam
He got hit with a dart
Flame strings and the STL baps
When we bome around
STL caps and Jay hats when we bome around
I'm with the Baby Stones, when we trippin'
Known to shut it down
She said she wanna ride with the gang
But can't hold shit down
Five-percent tint when we slide
We tryna man shit down
Eighth Street cellblock right to PMB
Real Jayside baby, can't forget 'bout the MFB
All my niggas top five, nah
That ain't includin' me dissin' on the gang
We gon' put him more than six feet
Man, big chopsticks with suppressors so
You don't hear no sound
If you don't put the flame
Strings in your shoes
Then you can't come around
DPs and put-ons, ain't got no squabble
You get squabbled down
I love to see my niggas in they bag
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
I really miss my nigga Tiny Madd, yeah
We gon' hold it down
Sniper was the other hero
If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Chief Keef got that toaster
He ain't playin', he gon' walk you down
When BSG walk in
We who everybody talkin' 'bout
Give him twenty blicks plus ten and
We wet up the shit
I be super fly, dripped down
I'll step on a bitch
Stretch his ass out right on the curb
If he ain't bigger than Park
Trippin' from the Ace, thumb down
I bail straight to the Park
Got a fireman, I slid first
It's a race in the dark
Bounce out on his block and
Flame it up, yeah, i love that lil' part
FN got that infrared beam
He got hit with a dart
Flame strings and the STL baps
When we bome around
Like bitch, I'm bouncin' out the coupe
I'm tryna headshot him
Yeah, lil' partner up in the grabba
I know they sad 'bout it
Ain't new to this, I lose a bitch
These hoes for everybody
Baby Stone Gorillas, we the ones
We like the hottest topic
Brodie went to Vegas for a chopper
That bitch go blocka-blocka
Baby, we can explore in Dior
But she want Dolce Gabbana
The pounds of OG from AZT
But she callin' me papa
Have them mix the uh with the uh
I got scripts from the doctor
Don't want your love, but when it rain
Be my sunshine
On the road doin' shows, still be duckin'
Dodgin' one-time
Head good, pussy good, yeah, that bitch bad
Bank account six figures, that's a big bag
I just put an opp up in
A 'Wood, nigga, puff, puff, pass
Opposition never wanna slide
They just tip past
Push a nigga shit way back
We call that get back
I heard them niggas bodybagged your brother
You ain't slid back
Give him twenty blicks plus ten and
We wet up the shit
I be super fly, dripped down
I'll step on a bitch
Stretch his ass out right on the curb
If he ain't bigger than Park
Trippin' from the Ace, thumb down
I bail straight to the Park
Got a fireman, I slid first
It's a race in the dark
Bounce out on his block and
Flame it up, yeah, i love that lil' part
FN got that infrared beam
He got hit with a dart
Flame strings and the STL baps
When we bome around
Yeah, I love the gang, bump heads
But we gon' squabble up
Yeah, I love the gang, we bump heads
But we gon' squabble up
Yeah, I love my niggas, we bump heads
But we gon' squabble up
Them niggas can't do it, yeah
Them niggas think they tough as us
He took ten blows to the chin
I told him tighten up
My nigga got that Glock, it got a stick
So he gon' light it up
My nigga got that Glock, it got that stick
But he gon' light it up
I'm road runnin' all up in these Maisons
Tell 'em tighten up
You niggas, y'all been rappin'
For some years, y'all let us pass you up
Tour bitches bad, I'm at
The top drinkin' Wocky, yeah
Throw that lil' shit in the
Pot and rerock 'em up
Gloves, ski mask, pack of dope
And a strap on my hip
I was dealt to play two cards
That's the life that I live
Sippin' on some Wock' and baby bar
In the car with that shit
Y'all had two years, y'all just slid
And we still trippin' shit
He said he want a whole, I gave him half
Cut the tell off a brick
Give him twenty blicks plus ten and
We wet up the shit
I be super fly, dripped down
I'll step on a bitch
Stretch his ass out right on the curb
If he ain't bigger than Park
Trippin' from the Ace, thumb down
I bail straight to the Park
Got a fireman, I slid first
It's a race in the dark
Bounce out on his block and
Flame it up, yeah, i love that lil' part
FN got that infrared beam
He got hit with a dart
Flame strings and the STL baps
When we bome around
STL caps and Jay hats when we bome around
I'm with the Baby Stones, when we trippin'
Known to shut it down
She said she wanna ride with the gang
But can't hold shit down
Five-percent tint when we slide
We tryna man shit down
Eighth Street cellblock right to PMB
Real Jayside baby, can't forget 'bout the MFB
All my niggas top five, nah
That ain't includin' me dissin' on the gang
We gon' put him more than six feet
Man, big chopsticks with suppressors so
You don't hear no sound
If you don't put the flame
Strings in your shoes
Then you can't come around
DPs and put-ons, ain't got no squabble
You get squabbled down
I love to see my niggas in they bag
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
I really miss my nigga Tiny Madd, yeah
We gon' hold it down
Sniper was the other hero
If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Chief Keef got that toaster
He ain't playin', he gon' walk you down
When BSG walk in
We who everybody talkin' 'bout
Give him twenty blicks plus ten and
We wet up the shit
I be super fly, dripped down
I'll step on a bitch
Stretch his ass out right on the curb
If he ain't bigger than Park
Trippin' from the Ace, thumb down
I bail straight to the Park
Got a fireman, I slid first
It's a race in the dark
Bounce out on his block and
Flame it up, yeah, i love that lil' part
FN got that infrared beam
He got hit with a dart
Flame strings and the STL baps
When we bome around
Like bitch, I'm bouncin' out the coupe
I'm tryna headshot him
Yeah, lil' partner up in the grabba
I know they sad 'bout it
Ain't new to this, I lose a bitch
These hoes for everybody
Baby Stone Gorillas, we the ones
We like the hottest topic
Brodie went to Vegas for a chopper
That bitch go blocka-blocka
Baby, we can explore in Dior
But she want Dolce Gabbana
The pounds of OG from AZT
But she callin' me papa
Have them mix the uh with the uh
I got scripts from the doctor
Don't want your love, but when it rain
Be my sunshine
On the road doin' shows, still be duckin'
Dodgin' one-time
Head good, pussy good, yeah, that bitch bad
Bank account six figures, that's a big bag
I just put an opp up in
A 'Wood, nigga, puff, puff, pass
Opposition never wanna slide
They just tip past
Push a nigga shit way back
We call that get back
I heard them niggas bodybagged your brother
You ain't slid back
Give him twenty blicks plus ten and
We wet up the shit
I be super fly, dripped down
I'll step on a bitch
Stretch his ass out right on the curb
If he ain't bigger than Park
Trippin' from the Ace, thumb down
I bail straight to the Park
Got a fireman, I slid first
It's a race in the dark
Bounce out on his block and
Flame it up, yeah, i love that lil' part
FN got that infrared beam
He got hit with a dart
Flame strings and the STL baps
When we bome around
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