"Gorillas" lyrics
One, two, one, two, three, yeah
Young skai, fuck these niggas talking 'bout? (Ktwice on the beat)
Young skai, fuck these niggas talking 'bout?
Young skai, fuck these niggas talking 'bout?
Young skai, ayy
New bad bitch in the crib, took the dick
Got her screaming, "Ah, ah, ah, ah"
Krishu on your block, with a stick, with a Glick
Got you screaming, "Ah, ah, ah, ah"
Heard that you miss me on the road, hoo-hoo
But I'ma come back with a piece of your soul, oh
And I still play the game, lose my mind, losing grip
Got me screaming, "Ah, ah, ah, ah"
(Ah, ah, let me hear you scream)
(Ah, ah, is you shooting me?)
(Ah, ah, let me hear you scream)
(Ah, ah)
Count my notes, racks don't fold (Bitch)
She saw my racks and the bitch got bold (Sacks)
Don't fuck with me, my family, they got homi's (Yeah, yeah)
She suck me up, I nut all on her body (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck her, just broke a sweat, bought her a Birkin bag
She wanna show me off, bitch, I'm a Cadillac (Bitch)
Swear these niggas tryna target me
Fuck her right, I leave 'em on read
I stomp him out 'til his heart stop beating (Beat)
Bum ass bitch turn a nigga to a demon (De', de')
This time last year, I was a good kid (Yeah)
I was depressed, but still optimistic
I ain't a rock star, I'm not tryna rock out
Still in the hood, nigga, better watch out (Watch out, watch out, watch out)
Told 'em free my cousin he put the Glock down (Bop, bop)
But I can't speak on that, yeah (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
I heard you niggas is rats, yeah (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
So I can't speak on that, yeah (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
Krishu told me these niggas is rats, yeah (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
So I can't speak on that, yeah (Doo-doo-doo)
New bad bitch in the crib, took the dick
Got her screaming, "Ah, ah, ah, ah"
Krishu on your block, with a stick, with a Glick
Got you screaming, "Ah, ah, ah, ah"
Heard that you miss me on the road, hoo-hoo
But I'ma come back with a piece of your soul, oh
And I still play the game, lose my mind, losing grip
Got me screaming, "Ah, ah, ah, ah"
(Ah, ah, let me hear you scream)
(Ah, ah, is you shooting me?)
(Ah, ah, let me hear you scream)
(Ah, ah)
I want a Gucci and a Chanel bag
And I want a big Birkin bag
The one with the Crocodile skin on it
Some Fendi thigh-high boots
A two-tone Rolex
I think that looks sweet
Skai? Skai? Skai?
Are you even listening to me?
Young skai, fuck these niggas talking 'bout? (Ktwice on the beat)
Young skai, fuck these niggas talking 'bout?
Young skai, fuck these niggas talking 'bout?
Young skai, ayy
New bad bitch in the crib, took the dick
Got her screaming, "Ah, ah, ah, ah"
Krishu on your block, with a stick, with a Glick
Got you screaming, "Ah, ah, ah, ah"
Heard that you miss me on the road, hoo-hoo
But I'ma come back with a piece of your soul, oh
And I still play the game, lose my mind, losing grip
Got me screaming, "Ah, ah, ah, ah"
(Ah, ah, let me hear you scream)
(Ah, ah, is you shooting me?)
(Ah, ah, let me hear you scream)
(Ah, ah)
Count my notes, racks don't fold (Bitch)
She saw my racks and the bitch got bold (Sacks)
Don't fuck with me, my family, they got homi's (Yeah, yeah)
She suck me up, I nut all on her body (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck her, just broke a sweat, bought her a Birkin bag
She wanna show me off, bitch, I'm a Cadillac (Bitch)
Swear these niggas tryna target me
Fuck her right, I leave 'em on read
I stomp him out 'til his heart stop beating (Beat)
Bum ass bitch turn a nigga to a demon (De', de')
This time last year, I was a good kid (Yeah)
I was depressed, but still optimistic
I ain't a rock star, I'm not tryna rock out
Still in the hood, nigga, better watch out (Watch out, watch out, watch out)
Told 'em free my cousin he put the Glock down (Bop, bop)
But I can't speak on that, yeah (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
I heard you niggas is rats, yeah (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
So I can't speak on that, yeah (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
Krishu told me these niggas is rats, yeah (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
So I can't speak on that, yeah (Doo-doo-doo)
New bad bitch in the crib, took the dick
Got her screaming, "Ah, ah, ah, ah"
Krishu on your block, with a stick, with a Glick
Got you screaming, "Ah, ah, ah, ah"
Heard that you miss me on the road, hoo-hoo
But I'ma come back with a piece of your soul, oh
And I still play the game, lose my mind, losing grip
Got me screaming, "Ah, ah, ah, ah"
(Ah, ah, let me hear you scream)
(Ah, ah, is you shooting me?)
(Ah, ah, let me hear you scream)
(Ah, ah)
I want a Gucci and a Chanel bag
And I want a big Birkin bag
The one with the Crocodile skin on it
Some Fendi thigh-high boots
A two-tone Rolex
I think that looks sweet
Skai? Skai? Skai?
Are you even listening to me?
