Gorilla

[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 fuckin' 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, fuck, I couldn't еven get it out
I don't know what I stashed yеsterday, it was a big amount
I know a bitch that sellin' pussy, I might pimp her out
I know another bitch that just be out here fuckin', she just give it out
Fiend been smokin' dope for a while, his lungs givin' out
Bitch 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 bitch, 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 fuck 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 nigga 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
Shit
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 shit is not cool
You doin' this and that and you assault 'em, but that is not you
You heard one of my niggas told? You know that's not true
That's your bitch, but I fuck her when I want, that's my bitch too
I could rap all day and tell you about shit 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 bitch two or three times, they gon' miss you
But you gon' get hit with them bitches, 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