Baby Stone Gorillas - Start Sumn lyrics

When we bounce out
We tryna put him right on a frame
I was broke in the field tryna make a play
Thirsty young niggas out all night
I couldn't even change
PMB the gang, I'm from the Jays
But it's all the same
Lost a couple brothers to this shit
They ain't feel my pain
Lookin' at my niggas like
"Shit just not the same"
Lookin' at my niggas like
"Shit just gotta change"
How all these niggas come around
And started screamin' gang? Back then
I don't think these bitches
Really knew my name
Young nigga out in the field
Tryna build my rank chase him down
You know we left him slumped
Right in front his face chase him down
He ain't gettin' far the way it hit his face
Chase him down, you know we left him slumped
Right in front his face

I was never good at math
But you can't match my skills
Bodybag, toe tag, bouncin' out on drills
In the field, but we ain't playin' ball
We tryna catch a kill
Brodie got them packs for the
Low and they vacuum-sealed
I just put some ice on my lil' bitch
Now she catchin' chills
Ski mask with a red rag when I'm on a drill
Bro just shot an opp all them times
It was overkill we put him in another opp
Pack and he smokin' still
Strictly man downs, bitch
I'm bouncin' out the coupe
Five-star suite, like bitch
We fuckin' on the roof
Is you gon' catch me if I fall?
'Cause I been faded off this juice
BSG the gang, we ain't acceptin' no recruit
Military top rank, when they see me
They salute she like, "Bae, you want some
Top?" And I told her, "Absolute"
Tryna touch a hundred hundreds
I been thumbin', thumbin' through
Screamin' free L-IL 'til they
Let my killer loose

Flippin' shit, i'm tryna bust it down and
Bust a Bentley down
It's a couple pounds on the floor
I passed 'em all around
Bodybagged his ass, the paramedics
Couldn't bring him back
That boy actin' tough
He seen the BSGs and had a heart attack
He had a ghost gun, his shit jammed
But he shot twice
Five-percents, swervin' in the lane
It's a dark night
I keep the stock clip, but on the extension
It's a long pipe
Twenty-six shots, his body cold
It's a hard night
Beam on his back and I'ma flame
Him up in plain sight
When you take them plates up off
Your whip, you do your thing, right?

Damn, 5Much bickin' it
He mix the Cookies with the blend
It got me sick as shit
My mind racin', fingers itchin'
I'm tryna touch a couple million quick
When BSG come in, we blow the
Roof up off the building, bitch
And when we pour it up
We pourin' way more than a deuce of it
And can't forget your bitch up off
The Casamigos gettin' loose as shit
Damn, bitch, you keep talkin' all that shit
But ain't gon' do nothin'
A couple hundred miles up on this road
I'm tryna dump some hundreds
Man, bitch ain't talkin' 'bout no bag, move
I'm tryna fuck your cousin
Man, I heard he talkin' out his neck, move
I'm finna dump a hundred
I'm on a Perky, sippin' lean
It got a nigga heart thumpin'
She put the bottle in my hand
I think she tryna start somethin'
(Put the bottle in my hand, I
Think she tryna start somethin', look)