Baby Stone Gorillas - Gorilla Talk lyrics

Was down broke thought it was
Over life of chasing dreams
When I was doin bad I looked
Back like who there for me?
Miss them late nights at the park
Was like a movie scene
I ain't lookin back Im tryna
Buy my first property
Bickin in the hills with a bad
Bitch and she toppin me
Came a long way we to the
Top it ain’t no stoppin me
Told me be patient move on to better things
Shit gettin real thanking god
For my unexpected dreams
If you was in my shoes you'd see
Why all my ns proud of me
I just wanna be rich and
Big foreigns on my property
I just wanna bе rich and big
Choppas on the side of me

Touch thе floor and turn around
Look how we bussin down
We the trophies in our set na
We is not them clowns
Everywhere I take a pit stop
They want pictures now
Hoes want me to perform at his show
Better be racks on the floor
I'm tryna buss a big body
Bentley with no back doors
Ns can’t compete with the gang we up we score
You can't even go and check the
Stats we flooded the board
Yea that boy got flipped on his
Back he ain't mentioned no more
I love it when another opp die
Go and flip em some more
We gone spin again and spin again
Fuck it burn em some more
(Stop hanging out with them ns
That you can't trust)
(Child of the trenches when I pull
Up they like J's up)
Ain't no runnin from this gunfire
Ima chase you down
562 hollow tip it a knock you down
Ona freeway swervin lanes I
Ain't hear no sound
LA county jail probation hold I
Couldn't make no bail

Ratchet ass wit a bag she from outta town
She got bitches I got bitches too
She don't make a sound
I was in the county eating
Spreads all around from round
Baby stone with a mopstick ima walk him down
Givenchy shoes bussin but the sweater moncler
Tell that na come and send
Some shots if you dare
All these ns tellin on they homies i swear
Play me like a hoe? Hell na bitch where
Drippin on these bitches drip drip Ric Flair
No that ain’t my baby bitch I never
Slappin on yo ass while im pullin on yo hair
Scratchin up my back got your
Feet up in the air
Cookies wit the blam put that
Shit up in the air
She say she want a Baby Stone
Her ex na a square
But ion even care bout it
Bitches be for everybody
Don't come to the land turned that
Na to a dead body 15 shots I know one hit
Him in the head prolly
We can go and slide but I
Know you ns scared prolly
Baby Stone Gorillas tag em up yea
We spot eem got eem
My brotha went to court for that shit
But ion know who shot him