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letra de on to tha next - baby stone gorillas & weezgotti

on to tha next lyrics
[intro]
i get my work from the narco
ronron, do that sh-t

[chorus: weezgotti]
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

[verse 1: weezgotti]
pink rollie face, pink cuff
blue hunnids got a n-gga minked up
it’s on me in my lap, it ain’t in the seat tucked
and your b-tch eat d-ck 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 n-gga down, this ain’t no pro tools
tear it off, this a stick-up, n-gga, 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 sl!ck, i wouldn’t have wrote you
and now we on to the next ’cause that’s old news, gotti
[chorus: weezgotti]
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

[verse 2: p4k]
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 motherf-ckin’ movement, y’all know how it go (ayy, ayy)

[verse 3: ek!llaoffdablock]
b-tch, i’m really to the neck in this sh-t
deep in your b-tch, she on her knees, she takin’ kids
but i’ma try and turn her little honda to a benz
sucka n-ggas got that sh-t down the street, we robbin’ kids
p4 got that sh-t up in the k, he splittin’ wigs
top5ivee, that’s my n-gga, we been thuggin’ since we was kids
weez gotti came around, he got that bust ’round his wrist
can’t forget my n-gga 5much, mixin’ cookies with the blend
[chorus: weezgotti]
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

[verse 4: top5ivee & 5much]
i was taught to bounce out and get close, you better walk ’em down
when we leave them n-ggas’ 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 f-ck your b-tch, 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 n-ggas tryna bag somethin’
posted on the block, we get jiggy when the brass bomin’
i just met this b-tch in the atl think she lauren london
hit it from the back then double back, yeah, that p-ssy bustin’
bsg f-ckin’ 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’?” b-tch, i’m tryna drop somethin’
hollow to the sticks, see, i’m tryna wet up tops of ’em
[chorus: weezgotti]
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

[outro: p4k, ek!llaoffdablock, top5ivee, 5much]
bsg the motherf-ckin’ movement, y’all know how it go
can’t forget my n-gga 5much, mixin’ cookies with the blend
when we leave them n-ggas’ block, you better leave ’em face down
hollow to the sticks, see, i’m tryna wet up tops of ’em

- baby stone gorillas weezgotti

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