a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

keep subbing - baby stone gorillas, gotdamnitdupri & rjmrla lyrics

[intro]
(god d*mn it, dupri)

[chorus]
man, all my life, didn’t know what, but i was gon’ be something
from shootin’ straps and flippin’ packs, now i’m beat hugging
now the streets love it
i don’t know what we be doing, we just keep coming
videos on videos, we just keep flooding
yeah, the haters gon’ hate, i tell ’em, “keep subbing”
yeah, the haters gon’ hate, i tell ’em, “keep subbing”
man, all my life, didn’t know what, i was gon’ be something
[verse 1]
we in a box, all we know is g*ngb*ng and live rough and rugged
bang on cars driving past and shoot guns in public
store people close they door, they be like, “boy, they coming” (here they go)
we outside, turnt up for nothing (they don’t know)
we just made it off the block, now it’s time to feed the family
growing up a kid, thought it was sweet, but life ain’t candy (at all)
in the kitchen tripping, people calling me chef ramsay
in the kitchen tripping, people calling me chef ramsay
tryna break a cycle, it’s like a cold, i’m finna break a fever
when i get close, it’s like the devil always reaching
motivate the trenches, i’m always preaching
just be patient, everything happen for reason

[verse 2]
told the label double up my pape’, i got a lean habit
i could’ve laid back and just bicked it, i got sh*t to do
i ain’t never pressed about no hoes, i got a b*tch or two
my n*ggas that i’m rocking with, we solid, this sh*t bulletproof
you talking ’bout these bodies when we serving, you ain’t tryna go
we politickin’ fully with a fully, let them n*ggas know
when we blippin’ at that light, shred him up, just how that sh*t go
that chopper got a drum that flame the block up like a disco
he f*ckin’ up that paper, got them p’s like he the pound vet
that n*gga said he stepped foot in the land, ain’t been around yet
thirty k a play, it’s on the table at that soundcheck
thirty k a play, it’s on the table at that soundcheck
[chorus]
man, all my life, didn’t know what, but i was gon’ be something
from shootin’ straps and flippin’ packs, now i’m beat hugging
now the streets love it
i don’t know what we be doing, we just keep coming
videos on videos, we just keep flooding
yeah, the haters gon’ hate, i tell ’em, “keep subbing”
yeah, the haters gon’ hate, i tell ’em, “keep subbing”
man, all my life, didn’t know what, i was gon’ be something (i was gon’ be something)

[verse 3]
pressin’ for a fade, got popped, f*cked the taper up
thumbin’ through these bands in my hand, i got papercuts
i know some n*ggas with nothin’ to lose, for some flues, they’ll get you dead fast
don’t know nothin’ ’bout no bodies, get from ’round me with your fed ass
you could catch me in the set where you can’t go with a loaf of cash
young n*gga, before i could blow my nose, i was blowing straps

[verse 4]
fell in love with fast cars, swerving lanes, and counting cash
i ain’t say this was no race, but i’ll be d*mned if i be last
now our faces on the billboard
some sh*t that they would k!ll for
we used to sleep at the aisle, you wasn’t there when i was down
and don’t ask about a n*gga if they ain’t never come around
all my n*ggas fully active, when we slide, we man ’em down
[chorus]
man, all my life, didn’t know what, but i was gon’ be something
from shootin’ straps and flippin’ packs, now i’m beat hugging
now the streets love it
i don’t know what we be doing, we just keep coming
videos on videos, we just keep flooding (keep flooding)
yeah, the haters gon’ hate, i tell ’em, “keep subbing” (keep subbing)
yeah, the haters gon’ hate, i tell ’em, “keep subbing” (ayy)
man, all my life, didn’t know what, i was gon’ be something (look)

[verse 5]
word through the grapevine, i take mines
two treys at your spot, think you draymond
don’t talk hot on my line, just do facetime
b*tch, you think you bomb, i’m a napalm
metal clip hang out the chop, this b*tch a baby leg
choosin’ baby stones, chrome hearts on my lady friend
she just sucked on me, left my kids in her baby hairs
baby lanes, pull up big body, we ain’t playing fair
sh*t, b*tch, i knew i was gon’ be something
they paying me to talk my sh*t, it’s like free money
perfect timing on that get back gon’ get you refunded
sh*t, i don’t want your b*tch, but the streets want her

[chorus]
all my life, didn’t know what, but i was gon’ be something
from shootin’ straps and flippin’ packs, now i’m beat hugging
now the streets love it
i don’t know what we be doing, we just keep coming
videos on videos, we just keep flooding
yeah, the haters gon’ hate, i tell ’em, “keep subbing”
yeah, the haters gon’ hate, i tell ’em, “keep subbing”
man, all my life, didn’t know what, i was gon’ be something (i was gon’ be something)

- baby stone gorillas gotdamnitdupri rjmrla lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular