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baby stone gorillas, zona man & slumlord trill - stick squeezers كلمات الأغنية

stick squeezers lyrics
[intro]
(ronron do that sh_t)

[verse 1]
i’m thinking, “what i’m gon’ say in this b_tch?”
i don’t play games, we run game on your b_tch
side cubans iced out, i rep the gang in this b_tch
iced out ap on my arm like i sprained my wrist
k!llers love me like i’m made
never trust a n_gga or a b_tch how i was raised
traveling out of state with me and barter making plays
chilling in the slums, now it’s slums and the motherf_cking jays
and you know we on gorilla sh_t
everybody k!ller, b_tches too, it ain’t no innocent
my quiet b_tch gon’ share me with her friend, i give ’em benefits
i done made a million out my trap, b_tch, i been rich

[verse 2]
with my chiraq n_ggas and you know we on gorilla sh_t
i’m no mothеrf_cking e, i’m a baby stone gorilla, b_tch
yeah, my og smoke shеrm and sniff work, but he be k!lling sh_t
i bought a foreign off the lot and did some donuts out the dealership
put a potato on the top, extend the glock, and start peeling sh_t
bsg the pest control, we don’t tolerate none of that snitching sh_t
i got a bag and started flexing like i been rich
you shot your shot with my lil’ ho, but bro, you been missed
a lot of years up in the game, but they ain’t did sh_t
catching plays like i’m madden, know i’ll hit ’em with the hit stick
you a b_tch, you just forgot to wear the lipstick
glock with an instant, heard the opps ain’t used to tension
brodie said the pape’ gon’ come, but the hate gon’ bome
nah, this ain’t no f_cking marching band, but the gang got drums
baby stone gorillas in this b_tch and you hate that, huh?
i got my k!llers in this b_tch and you hate that, huh?
[verse 3]
put the green beam on the chop, i got ten sticks
yeah, that n_gga tried it, rampage, he got dropkicked
yeah, he tried to run from the beam and got mopped quick
fn a fully, it do some damage like a mop stick
road running, all work, ain’t been to sleep in three days
i’m a trapper and a rapper, b_tch, so i could bust it down
i could take you where you wanna be, you gotta hold it down
yeah, yeah, look
i ain’t with the holding hands, that lil’ b_tch a d_ck pleaser
in the field broad day, baby, i’m the stick squeezer
we got two beams, ten sticks, and we got wife beaters
mean mugging, fade everything ’cause i don’t like n_ggas

[verse 4]
i don’t know what to say in this b_tch (yeah)
i would f_ck your b_tch, you stare at gang in this b_tch (yeah)
i ain’t come to party, brought a thing in this b_tch
when we beat your block, guarantee we dropping sh_t
’cause i got tired of being broke, i’m tryna get rich
he taxing for the drank, so you know i had to strip him quick
you ain’t been up on that block, n_gga, we ain’t see you since

[verse 5]
i’m thinking, “should i hop out the car and start squeezing?”
it’s the young n_ggas outside that pressing, shooting for no reason
get out my way when i be driving, i be speeding for no reason
she turned around, i got behind her, start beat, beat, beating it (d_mn)
yeah, we baby stone gorillas, we 5 and 0, we undefeated (huh?)
big bag, if we see somebody with it, then we need it (give me that sh_t)
and we told y’all we was gon’ make it to the top, y’all didn’t believe it
[verse 6]
i’m thinking, “they done let the jays in this b_tch”
my whole gang gorilla, we some bapes in this b_tch
real stick squeezer, brought some k’s in this b_tch
chucking up your hood with a k in this b_tch, ayy
youngaveli flow, we pour fours
pmb, pour mud bros
mob, we break hoes
once i’m going rich, won’t die broke
no respect crew, i’ma slide, then go again
opps sneak dissing, but on the hood, we be tossing them
back to back, going back to back like a tournament
back to back, going back to back like a tournament

[verse 7]
i got a big_ass nina
i’m a stick squeezer
jay specs, he the plug, he be bringing all the heaters
you don’t f_ck with zona, we don’t f_ck with you neither
the f&n sh_lls hot, burn a n_gga like ether
big slime, streetsweeper
gravedigger, reaper
everything we drop hot, n_ggas can’t keep up
i am in the turf with the heat tucked
jsb for jungle stone bity bangin’
opp n_ggas getting spanked in
puttin’ work in, my homies demonstratin’
want smoke, chopper got him ventilatin’
probably one up in his face, send this b_tch as a statement

- baby stone gorillas zona man slumlord trill

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