Gorillas lyrics

Uh-huh, wah, mic check, one, two Just know if you play with me, playin' with the whole east side of Buffalo, n*gga Uh-huh, uh-huh, okay

[Verse 1:Benny the Butcher]
Money fallin' out my jacket Yeah, it's more money fallin' out the mattress
Rappers kissin' ass, 'cuz they know what's about to happen
My new b*tch could suck a drop of water out a cactus
Yeah, bought my b*tch a bag, I couldn't tell her no
And a whip, West still think I'm sellin' dope
Uh-uh, I was like, I'm chillin', boss, I'm behavin'
But any day, I can flood it like I'm Ronald Reagan
Uh, for 28 grams, I got 11.50
My man sold a hundred birds and bought a 760
I'm goin' back up if they ever tempt me
sh*t, they better clip me
They dyin' if they turn their hand against me
I shot the cannon, but I left the footage
You know I'm extra crooked
Paid a hundred for a box of F&N bullets
Uh-huh, I'm havin' breakfast, gettin' cane off
I cut a brick in half with a Texas chainsaw

[Verse 2:Milano Constantine]
Yeah, my flow soft ever since got me in the better villas
Wine cellars with the chiller Mark Cuban, cigar lit up
We goin' extra in it, sh*t as real as it gets B-Boy, proper stance, Aquanautica van
Conspired in the pasta, fast that's the sonic talk and jazz
sh*t like I'm Bob James High-octane in the skybox
Watchin' a game thousand-dollar frames, Eisenhower safe Combination to success, I be stylin' out the gates
In the state, I'm not a five-wide body when I race
Spanish connect, name on Maury Got the Saudi on deck
I be on some sh*t African gold from Angola on my wrist
Han solo when I pin Jabba the Hutt
Pockets long, f*ck how John the Conqueror Mulan the South
It used to take my father more than an hour to bottle up
A different claw, I've been cut
Hustlin' sh*t that's in my blood In my blood
[Verse 3:Eto]
Big Ghost, yeah, uh

K's with the plot, I know I'll trade and yell, mata loco Can't say sh*t to a song, I know
n*ggas callin' out every block I go Gotta be low, and they'll stick out my pantalon
Papa Chico, spit bubbles on your lady cleavage
Ask around on baby G's, vintage gold, 80s pieces
Mercedes deep dish, Denise spit
You stole the feel God control the wheel, when we build
Don't pat my shoulder Don't ask to see sh*t
Can't never mind hassle on a Crimeapple
Either they throw dirt on you or throw time at you
You'll be a ghost before you sh*t yourself
Soon as I get the crown, I'ma rip the belt
What happened to him?
Had to black and blue 'em
A.M., Afternoon or night if it helps I'm Alvin's son
104,000 guns He's got a door

[Verse 4: Crimeapple]

My name on plenty guest lists, I never gave a f*ck
Often time I stay for later, beige and scrape sh*t up
Thirsty rappers chewing nut, just to play the cut
b*tch, I'm the surgeon, f*ck a merger, son, don't make enough
Catch one salty talking to me, fake as f*ck
I sit back and laugh, thinking I don't hate enough
If only there was awards for those who make sh*t up
Still in the staircase, blowing great on a lazy duck
20 tools for wifey, but she really knight me
Seen her cut a b*tch once, can't front it, excites me
My atrium is icy, though I speak politely
Forensics find you down under, got me thinking crikey
My sneakers never spiky, only suede and leather
For a meal, I'm Stormfields, how I play with weather
Respected by the Suge Knights and Jerry Headlers
My spot on Hudson, full of dykes, word to Henrietta
Toss the cheddar, mozzarella, mating calls
Hip and selly, Lil Debbie's, if it's cake involved
Who really Freddy, plus I'm ready for when Jason call
Jacob pull you out the lake with your face engorged
Still in awe, my slick voice, make a clip moist
No risk involved, side b*tch coppin' me bitcoins
Vicious ploys, calculated, snakes hissing, coil
Made a grip, my ex started taking fish oil
This is poised, chrome mommy by my side demure
State trooper, K9, trying to find the raw
Tucked the Uber stank, piglet couldn't mind his jaw
Another cracker on ice, slide by the floor