Gorilla lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one, yeah, Baby, you did this one)

[Verse]
Fiend swallowed some dope and couldn't digest it
They tried to give her CPR, but she died in seconds
You started with a zip of dope, how you not progressin'?
This fiend keep gettin' on my nerves, she a f*ckin' peasant
They asked, "How you know if the pills fake? How you gon' test 'em?"
I can just look at the pills and tell if they pressies
Matter fact, if they send me some fake pills, I'm gon— uh
Mat— alright, f*ck, I couldn't еven get it out
I don't know what I stashed yеsterday, it was a big amount
I know a b*tch that sellin' pus*y, I might pimp her out
I know another b*tch that just be out here f*ckin', she just give it out
Fiend been smokin' dope for a while, his lungs givin' out
b*tch been shootin' dog for too long, her veins givin' out
Baskin-Robbins, thirty-one flavors, I'll give it out
Oldheads be forty and they doin' forty years and still sittin' down
Started young sellin' nickelbacks, now I could flip a pound
Got thirty in the AR, but it's equipped to hold a hundred rounds
If I get to shootin' with this b*tch, you better hit the ground
See you fall on the ground, shoot at the ground and put you in the ground
I'ma do it by myself, I don't need no pride
What the f*ck you shootin' in the air for? You shootin' at clouds?
Thousand pills on me, I just sold 'em like I went out of town
Let me quit talkin' like that
Got my n*gga flabbergasted, he be askin' how I off 'em like that
Rawlings, Spalding, Wilson, I'm ballin' like that
I asked Erica, you pretty and freaky, why you callin' like that?
The dope, pills, and the weed got 'em callin' like that
Called my phone and asked me for a front, so I ain't callin' them back
The weed that I got from A1 got me coughin' like that
sh*t
Let me get back on track, bro just asked why I stall 'em like that
Called my phone, told 'em to give me a couple minutes and I'm callin' 'em back
Guess what? I ain't callin' them back
Givin' specials out on verses, gon' cost you a rack
Babies gettin' killed up in Flint, it feel like Iraq
Y'all can't be doin' that, that sh*t is not cool
You doin' this and that and you assault 'em, but that is not you
You heard one of my n*ggas told? You know that's not true
That's your b*tch, but I f*ck her when I want, that's my b*tch too
I could rap all day and tell you about sh*t that I been through
Bought a pint of Morton Grove for the low, it got misused
Bought a pint of Wockhardt for the high, it still got misused
You said they dropped a hundred shots on you, how they miss you?
If I shoot this b*tch two or three times, they gon' miss you
But you gon' get hit with them b*tches, I ain't gon' miss you
Bad day, your family gon' grieve you, they gon' miss you
Sad day, your mama gon' need a whole bunch of tissue