Baby Stone Gorillas, Trapland Pat - Stevie Wonder lyrics

(Mmm, Saul)

Boy, you wasn't outside
How you say you got dead opps?
(You wasn't outside)
You kind of nervous with the fire
I would've been shot (Duh-duh-duh)
Hittin' out the roof
Shots fired out the T-top
Feds steady watching
Got wires at the treetop
Vacuum sealer wrap this up while I Ziploc
Stevie Wonder, I swear I don't even see opps
(I don't even see 'em)
Hollow zoomed right through his gut
Helped him detox (Duh-duh-duh)
I served the plug a whole dummy
It was re-rock

Hundred plays of za just came
In from San Fran' (San Fran')
She lick the molly off the counter
Straight sand tan urus or the Huracan
This ain't the same Lamb'
Me and that dude ain't the same
Ain't got the same bands
New loc' just came, this the drop phone
(The drop phone)
Ain't even clean up the block
He used the mop wrong (Duh-duh-duh)
Slap a bitch right in the
Mouth if she talk wrong
Gang gon' air the bitch out
If you stalk wrong (Duh-duh-duh)
I ain't tryna leave the block
'til we all eating
Wolves hungry, need money, so we all scheming
Triple cross, ease off, boy, we all demons
Mix the Wocky with the Tuss'
Now we all leaning

Boy, you wasn't outside
How you say you got dead opps? (Dead opps)
You kind of nervous with the fire
I would've been shot (Duh-duh-duh)
Hittin' out the roof
Shots fired out the T-top (yeah)
Feds steady watching
Got wires at the treetop
Vacuum sealer wrap this up while I Ziploc
Stevie Wonder, I swear I don't even see opps
(I don't even see 'em)
Hollow zoomed right through his gut
Helped him detox (Duh-duh-duh)
I served the plug a whole dummy
It was re-rock

I'ma flood the block with hella drugs
And make the streets hot (Anything you need)
Bag it up and sell it to your mans
It made his knees knock (Knock, knock)
Anything you need, pull up on me
Your local weed guy (Local)
I can't see a thing like Stevie Wonder
But I can peep opps (Nah, nah, at all)
Man, we gon' keep on spinnin', spinnin'
Spinnin' 'til the beef stop
(We about to purge)
Don't be outside lickin', get your team shot
(You know about the turf)
We ain't playing games
We tryna squeeze Glocks (Boom, boom)
Ridin' 'round with gang, we got them things
We finna bleed opps

Mix the uh with the uh, she like
"I love your lingo"
I shoot my shot with your bitch
I spit this ism like cheat code
Ferragamo steppin', YSL, no RICO
Hit my Shmoney Dance
She let me fuck about a week ago
Explorin' in Dior, ain't no limit, baby
We could go
Hop up in the Benz, skrrt, skrrt
While I sip and pour
I can't love a bitch, oh, no, no, no
Bitches gettin' out of pocket 'cause
My pockets full of dough

Boy, you wasn't outside
How you say you got dead opps? (Dead opps)
You kind of nervous with the fire
I would've been shot (Duh-duh-duh)
Hittin' out the roof
Shots fired out the T-top (yeah)
Feds steady watching
Got wires at the treetop
Vacuum sealer wrap this up while I Ziploc
Stevie Wonder, I swear I don't even see opps
(I don't even see 'em)
Hollow zoomed right through his gut
Helped him detox (Duh-duh-duh)
I served the plug a whole dummy
It was re-rock (Jays, Jays)

Janky Baby Stones, we left 'em flat, yeah
We go tit for tat speakin' on my niggas
That's their last 'cause he ain't comin' back
(He ain't comin' back)
Bounce out and then we jog, I got a stock
It got some kickback
And fuck the opposition, grab
The pole, 'cause bitch, we with that
(Jays)
I don't wanna be your man, I'm tryna fuck
So cut the chitchat (Chitchat)
I just hope you understand I'm one of
One and I ain't with that
(And I ain't with that)
I don't wanna be your man, I'm tryna fuck
So cut the chitchat (Jays, Jays, Jays)
I just hope you understand I'm one of
One and I ain't with that

Caught his ass blippin' on that block, no
He ain't with that
These military missiles, if I shot one
He ain't get back
All my niggas active on alert, bitch
We don't play with straps
That 5 be the gang that I bang
And we gon' die for that
He big bang the gang, he super yee'n this
We denied his flag
He thinkin' he a shooter 'cause he
Slidin' 'round here with a mask
If we catch them niggas playin' over here
Then we gon' trash they ass
My niggas fully loaded on this side
And we gon' bang it out

Boy, you wasn't outside
How you say you got dead opps? (Dead opps)
You kind of nervous with the fire
I would've been shot (Duh-duh-duh)
Hittin' out the roof
Shots fired out the T-top (yeah)
Feds steady watching
Got wires at the treetop
Vacuum sealer wrap this up while I Ziploc
Stevie Wonder, I swear I don't even see opps
(I don't even see 'em)
Hollow zoomed right through his gut
Helped him detox (Duh-duh-duh)
I served the plug a whole dummy
It was re-rock