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letra de stick squeezers - baby stone gorillas, zona man & slumlord trill

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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