$liM HiLL - Gorilla Glue

Gorilla da killa'
Bitch I'm gorilla da spinna'
Da slimmy back in ya mirror
Still walk on top of the river
Still poppin pills but I quit sippin
Though I'm bound to get thinner
I went from body bag zipper now my neck fucking glitter
I went from triple dose
Overdose and fucking reload
Pack a couple clips
Take a front that never got sold
Mr trick a bitch
Now they wanna fuck cuz I glow
Can't stay the fuck up out my phone i pop a tag on they toe
Pop a sucka he playing he fuck with slimmy da bucka
He pull a pistol Gilly pull a fucking Choppa from Russia
That copper boy the conductor
I lay that boy in a bucket
I lay his bitch in the gutta'
And tell her don't get the fuck up

Find myself back at my crib
Like I'm a baby
Bitch I don't fuck with no body
I'm chilling like fucking chuck in the eighty's
I pop a thirty maybe thirty
Now I'm bound to be lazy
I got all couple projects unfinished impatiently waiting
Therapist calling my phone like Slim I'm glad you could make it
Have you made it with your music
I say I feel like I'm fading
Spill my guts to a fucking stranger and then she telling me pay me
Poppin pills on the daily
Daily fucking wish it was raining
What a pussy you mother fucker
You always complaining
Sick of fucking maintaining
Picture painting
Choppa stay aiming
Claiming murder and killing bitches
Never saying or naming any suckas
Or mother fuckers
Wishing that they pertaining

Written by:
Tyler Hill

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