Gorilla (feat. Gyyps)

Yeah

Uh, coming out the house to a pack of that loud

I had it mailed in the mail

I got love for the girls in the crowd

Getting lost in the Marijuana clouds

Hey don't look down, homie don't look down

Said I swim in the sound

Only thing more raw is the shit I put out

A go-getter, a gorilla, a trendsetter

Got vendettas with dope dealers with no fillings

I don't feel those who claim they're the best ever

You no dealer, my crew iller

It gets scared, just a block downtown

Walkin' past a little van

Yous about to sell out

Slow dance I'm the man you ain't go another round

Throw fists been a cage bird inside a dog pound

I don't fuck with your sister, brother

Talk shit, you can kiss the gutter

Pucker up boy I fix the stutter

Young Gyyps be the wicked drummer

All hits we goin' skip the come up

I'm going big tomorrow

At seven ten gonna' tighten the load

Meditate wake up with the sun

I don't do this for fun

I do this so my blood pump (what)

What it is what it do what the fuck's up?

I came through with the nunchucks

Heard a little birdy listen, tell say

Yo' Fell, get the girls with the boobies out (hey)

This shawdy you're a movie star (hey)

Asking Gypps what I'm doing now (hey)

And what I'm doing now?

The fuck we doing man, this shit's stupid

Yo', you gotta be like

You can't be coming out with this soft shit

All these bitches might fuck with you ain't no gettin' em'

(I like this soft shit, damn)

Somewhere in the midst of the mist

I'ma build a skyscrape limited edish

Let Zep die or make it on the playlist

First check if they're wired, if not let 'em in

Fake friends getting tired of the crooked handshakes

Know I got fire east coast clam bakes

Break bread give thanks say grace let's pray

Eating off your plate like all damn day

This that shit, the bucket list missed

They fuck with this kid

Illustrious chicks be passing me fifths

We get facetious, that crazy gee whiz

All wavy beaches I'm crazy watch

This is popping off

Bitch be on and off

Neighbors called the cops (ooh)

Fuck the mom in charge

See Fell little bars homie that's all

Probably whoop your ass at rap and a dance off

Grooving down in the grill to some dancehall

Playing loud shit is ill I can't stand y'all

Go ahead, pop a pill think you need to

Bro, you wack as it is you might need two

Or three or seventy

While I flow so heavenly

Until my girlfriend Ebony

I'ma hit like ketamine

Spliff thick like atta be heavenly

He a public enemy when he flow steadily

Someone tell the priest come settle me

Or another type of entity

I'm on my job like this tellin' me

Losing track of my tendencies

I tend to see a coffin

Every time I get up on the mic and thats often

Y'all should probably take my advice and keep walking

Deuce seven three in this bitch white chocolate

Bust!

God damn (whoo) god damn if ya heard that that one was hard

That one went hard, yea

That one was it, that one was it right there

If you ain't never heard one right there that one was it right there

That was it right there, smoke one of that right there

(Yeah, yeah) go getta eat nails for breakfast

Am a gorilla can't comb my chest up

Bless up deuce seven three the best of

Your girlfriends here and she tryin' to get some

Get drunk all drink whatever

I ain't gonna stop till I seize the devil

And all my shit on another level

And all ma bitches I hear stilettos all pay for it

Can't say that Prada I pay for it

Give me that shit that I can afford

Am just a product of bad divorce homie fuck the lord

You never name drop

Rockin' the T-shirt or tank-top

I'll make all your bread in one day watch

My women be bad look like Baywatch

We get wavy and shit (yeah)

I'll be the brace off the rib

No limits it ain't hard to tell

I put my heart in my feelin' behind me

So I can keep grindin' and grindin' and grindin'

Skate all the time I might probably and molly

Ain't poppin no molly shit don't get it twisted

Candy Flip got your attention

How I can flow with the message

How I got all of those visions

Man's gettin laid bare looking like the Beatles

I'ma hit tha stage in an all white vehicle

I'ma a switch lanes in an all white regal

Never been the same, with the all white people

No one hit the price to say right I'm featured

Working all night all night stay skeamin'

Could it been god or could a been the reaper

Or could a been anything as long as you believe me

Homie to the press I ain't added to impression

Hustle for my bread because am gettin' fed up

Up is all late when I hit them in the cellar

Sayin' we was gettin' paid and my boner got some titties

Ayy, show hard, might show my left nut

Might go raw, don't use protection

Guess what we ain't even got the checks yet

I'm best yet, hope I don't get arrested