Текст песни Pop A Perk - Baby Stone Gorillas

(Run that shit up, Robbie)

Pop a Perc' ten, many down, but y'all been on that
Pop a Perc' ten and many down, but y'all been on that
I hit that lil' bitch from the back, but Peezy been in that
I hit that lil' bitch from the back, but, yeah, I been in that
The Cullinan truck Rolls-Royce, the corners, bending that
She got a couple friends with some friends, I think I'm feeling that
I might just hit the mall and bust it down, but I like Louis too
I got this Bape bag with Louis belt, I got the Louis shoes

I think I'm finna bust a Moncler to match the Fendi shoes
A whole pile of flues on the floor, they give they ass the flu
We slide through, bullet hit houses, .62s go through
Free my nigga LIL, I wish he coulda be here
No matter where he at, I feel his pain 'causе we was born together
Touch an M and give my nigga half 'cause that's my thriller, nigga

Welcome to my lifestyle
Baby girl, my life wild
I can't wait to have pneumonia with big jewelry, talking iced down
Lil' nigga, you ain't really been on shit, so, nigga, pipe down
On everything, I be moving too fast, I need to slow down
In our booth, we smoking eighth after eighth, just smoking out the pound
Lil' baby, yeah, you know I got my gun when we ride around

Let a nigga think he crazy, crazy, we gon' knock him down
If they take us in for questioning, better not make a sound
Confessions all they really want when they come around
When I'm flexin', I can get lil' bro hit for a couple thousand

Pop a Perc' ten, many down, but y'all been on that
Pop a Perc' ten and many down, but y'all been on that
I hit that lil' bitch from the back, but Peezy been in that
I hit that lil' bitch from the back, but, yeah, I been in that
The Cullinan truck Rolls-Royce, the corners, bending that
She got a couple friends with some friends, I think I'm feeling that
I might just hit the mall and bust it down, but I like Louis too
I got this Bape bag with Louis belt, I got the Louis shoes (yeah, yeah)

Looking at my life like, "I made it," I know she feel me now
I turn rags to riches, tryna bust a hundred blues
Can't wait to get a foreign, hit a hundred up in the Benz coupe
Five star bitch, yeah, she bad and her friends too
I told her I'ma gangbang her friends when she come through
I done been through pain, it ain't no blame, I had to fight it through
All cold nights, I miss my dogs, I do this shit for gang
Man down and yellow tapes, we love the boosting murder rate

Swiss cheese, lemon squeeze, when it's up, don't freeze
Hollow tips and .223s
Tryna fuck me for a bag on bro, baby
Switch lanes, switch lanes, go slow, baby
Baby Stone, ask around, I been a bloody-ass B
Wife beater with my heater, you ain't thugging like me
You cross me out, then we falling, put it all on me

(I threw some bands in the air and now they fall on me)
(I threw some bands in the air and now they fall on me)
(I threw some bands in the air and now they fall on me)