Baby Stone Gorillas, WeezGotti - On To Tha Next lyrics

I get my work from the narco
RONRON, do that shit

We on to the next, who want smoke with us?
Everybody know we blow sticks
Ain't no ho in us
You ain't got no P on your belt
You can't roll with us
Leave three holes in his head
Like we bowlin' him, uh
We on to the next, who want smoke with us?
Everybody know we blow sticks
Ain't no ho in us
You ain't got no P on your belt
You can't roll with us
Leave three holes in his head
Like we bowlin' him

Pink Rollie face, pink cuff
Blue hunnids got a nigga minked up
It's on me in my lap


It ain't in the seat tucked
And your bitch eat dick every time we link up
How you talkin' 'bout bodies? You
Ain't even three plus caught him down bad
Left him in the street stuck
Two, three and one, did my time, feet up
Suckas tryin' 'round my way
Still can't keep up
Freeze up what we don't do
Everybody 'round me drillin' like
They 'posed to chopper mix a nigga down
This ain't no Pro Tools
Tear it off, this a stick-up, nigga
Don't move
Homicide ask me a question, I got no clue
Bruiser, that's my brother, that's my go-to
If you wasn't slick
I wouldn't have wrote you
And now we on to the
Next 'cause that's old news, gotti

We on to the next, who want smoke with us?
Everybody know we blow sticks
Ain't no ho in us
You ain't got no P on your belt
You can't roll with us
Leave three holes in his head
Like we bowlin' him, uh
We on to the next, who want smoke with us?
Everybody know we blow sticks
Ain't no ho in us
You ain't got no P on your belt
You can't roll with us
Leave three holes in his head
Like we bowlin' him

I don't really pop it out my mouth
I caught him up close
Hair-trigger Heckler flipped his ass
I fired twenty-four
Bent the corner, threw it in the
Trash and I got jiggy, though
I let it bounce, silent takes 'em down
Bet he ain't even know
Military chopper hit him up from his
Head down to his toe
Call of Duty guns on the streets
Got a Glock with a scope
Street sweep, we clearin' every block
Y'all ain't never on go
BSG the motherfuckin' movement
Y'all know how it go (Ayy, ayy)

Bitch, I'm really to the neck in this shit
Deep in your bitch, she on her knees
She takin' kids but I'ma try and turn her
Little Honda to a Benz
Sucka niggas got that shit down the street
We robbin' kids
P4 got that shit up in the K
He splittin' wigs top5ivee, that's my nigga
We been thuggin' since we was kids
Weez Gotti came around
He got that bust 'round his wrist
Can't forget my nigga 5Much
Mixin' Cookies with the blend

We on to the next, who want smoke with us?
Everybody know we blow sticks
Ain't no ho in us
You ain't got no P on your belt
You can't roll with us
Leave three holes in his head
Like we bowlin' him, uh
We on to the next, who want smoke with us?
Everybody know we blow sticks
Ain't no ho in us
You ain't got no P on your belt
You can't roll with us
Leave three holes in his head
Like we bowlin' him

I was taught to bounce out and get close
You better walk 'em down
When we leave them niggas' block
You better leave 'em face down
Went against the gang
Now he Crippin' from the waist down
She be tryna call me FaceTime
I want face now i'm swervin' lane-to lane
Baby tellin' me to slow down
When I put the drum up on the switch
It's a fifty round
I would fuck your bitch, but like this blend
She get passed around faded off a Perc'
Off in traffic tryna blap some' down
I have to double back
You know my niggas tryna bag somethin'
Posted on the block
We get jiggy when the brass bomin'
I just met this bitch in the
ATL think she Lauren London
Hit it from the back then double back, yeah
That pussy bustin'
BSG fuckin' up the streets
Y'all ain't stoppin' nothin'
How y'all say y'all bent that
Block but ain't poppin' nothin'?
They like, "When you
Droppin' somethin'?" Bitch
I'm tryna drop somethin'
Hollow to the sticks, see
I'm tryna wet up tops of 'em

We on to the next, who want smoke with us?
Everybody know we blow sticks
Ain't no ho in us
You ain't got no P on your belt
You can't roll with us
Leave three holes in his head
Like we bowlin' him, uh
We on to the next, who want smoke with us?
Everybody know we blow sticks
Ain't no ho in us
You ain't got no P on your belt
You can't roll with us
Leave three holes in his head
Like we bowlin' him

BSG the motherfuckin' movement
Y'all know how it go
Can't forget my nigga 5Much
Mixin' Cookies with the blend
When we leave them niggas' block
You better leave 'em face down
Hollow to the sticks, see
I'm tryna wet up tops of 'em