Baby Stone Gorillas - Lights, Camera, Action lyrics

Jay

Go against the gang, grab a sheet
We finna tuck 'em in
I was down broke, they ain’t believe me
But I understand on the road to riches
I ain't stopping 'til they let me in
And when they do, we ain’t stopping
I bet they'll think again
Lights, camera, action shit
I'm getting used to this
But don't think I'm not in
The field still pulling skit's

Big Benz sliding through the set
I love to drag race
Niggas love to speak on the gang
But be in last place
Louis V Chucks on my feet
Like I got bad taste
Had to get the belt to match the


Socks 'cause they ain't have Bape
Big bread, bust down the bag
I need a fucking M
If you ain't talking ’bout a lot of bread
Then we can’t fuck with them
You wouldn't dare to mix your Wock’ and Tris
And drop a Perc' up in it
My mind playing tricks on me, but the strap
It got like twenty in it
Hollow points, I'm quick to bang it out
I make it hard for niggas
Say I'm phased from this thug life
It kind of scarred a nigga
Fell to the bottom of the pit
Was left to starve with niggas
But the same Jay ones I starved
With made it hard for niggas
Flag a nigga down, I’m out the window
That's a flatline
Better have that strap in your
Coupe because I got mine
You ain't never with me
Then slid to the opposition side and
Try to box 'em in

Go against the gang, grab a sheet
We finna tuck 'em in
I was down broke, they ain't believe me
But I understand on the road to riches
I ain't stopping 'til they let me in
And when they do, we ain't stopping
I bet they'll think again
Lights, camera, action shit
I'm getting used to this
But don't think I'm not in
The field still pulling skit's

Hop on the road and get that bag
That's what a young nigga into
Up on the block where it's hot
You got your Glock? I got my shit too
That nigga homie died
His mama used to hold box of tissue
That nigga said he had a
Problem with me, boy, then press your issue
And if I put that bag up on your head
My young niggas gon' get you
Remember pushing in them Hondas
Now a nigga need a Benz coupe
That nigga said he had a
Problem with me, boy, then press your issue
Hop on the road and get that bag
That's what a young nigga into

That's what we into mmm

I'm so sick and tired
So sick and tired for real
Ain't no sympathy for the other side for real
Felt a lot of pain, now I live in sorrow
Where I'm from
You pray that you see tomorrow
Catch an oppa slipping
Hollow tip his backside
He a Baby Stone Gorilla and
He love to gang slide
Just pulled out walking on that mainline
Nigga, we ain't playing ball
Tell the opps it's game time
If a nigga shoot his shot, would I miss you
Bae? Would I wipe that nigga nose
Just like tissue paper?
If I see you kissing faces now
You gon' fuck me later
Mix the uh with the uh
Now I'm high like an elevator
Tryna stack a hundred hundreds
Tryna stack that paper
Tryna touch a big bag, rather take later
Told her these Givenchy shoes
Not no Chuck Taylors
Told her we just friends now
We can fuck later

Go against the gang, grab a sheet
We finna tuck 'em in
I was down broke, they ain't believe me
But I understand on the road to riches
I ain't stopping 'til they let me in
And when they do, we ain't stopping
I bet they'll think again
Lights, camera, action shit
I'm getting used to this
But don't think I'm not in
The field still pulling skit's