'Rilla, 'rilla, 'rilla, 'rilla, 'rilla
Gorilla, 'rilla, 'rilla, 'rilla
Skatin' on em' like, 'Ay, carumba'
Which one of y'all want beef? I just wonder
Shoot a motherf*cker in his eyes and under
Then step up in the party like, "Ay, la bamba"
She got the fat ass and her thighs are thunder
So you know I hit her with the pipe and lumber
A lady ran up on me, said I'm her mother
Bitch, I'll take ya motherf*ckin' daughter and punt her
Haha, like boop, bop, bippity
Run up on ya block like, "Who shot Tiffany?"
Gun in hand, body slam two cops physically
Then slide up out the precinct like my tube socks slippery
Listen, B, open ya mouth up and this'll be history
Gold all around my neck like Mr. T
Isn't he the commander of the infantry?
With more motherf*ckin' bars than a prison, B
Ya niggas is itty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Little niggas, ha
Ya niggas is itty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Little niggas
Look
Lil' nigga, we not family
I'll hit ya baby mother, make her sniff a Plan B
Ugh, homeboys ya can't beat
'Cause I'll shoot ya motherf*ckin' mother like Bambi
Damn, he such savage like Randy
Hulkamania, Lion King, hold the baby up
FYL, f*ckin' ya lady then sucking her labia
Then bouncin' before she's goin' into labor, what?
Stupido, the stupid flow
You outside actin' like a f*ckin' goofy, bro
And ya girlfriend lookin' like a groupie ho
I might stick my ice pick in her booty hole
Stupid dough is what I walk around with found it
Crouton salad with the almond salmon
Know I'm out here reppin' Coney Island wylin'
Right hook will knock you off balance, violence
When I come around it's all silence, quiet
If you think you gonna pose a challenge, try it
Nigga, f*ck a diet, I'm out here gettin' fat though
Sellin' hats made a hundred thousand, that's facts, though
You out here starvin', I'm out here robbin'
Hunnit deep on Mermaid Ave, we out here mobbin'
Throw you off the sixteenth floor of O'Dwyer Gardens
Ain't no questioning, I'm the hardest
Ya niggas is itty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Little niggas, ha
Ya niggas is itty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Little niggas
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'Rilla, 'rilla, 'rilla, 'rilla, 'rilla
Gorilla, 'rilla, 'rilla, 'rilla
Skatin' on em' like, 'Ay, carumba'
Which one of y'all want beef? I just wonder
Shoot a motherf*cker in his eyes and under
Then step up in the party like, "Ay, la bamba"
She got the fat ass and her thighs are thunder
So you know I hit her with the pipe and lumber
A lady ran up on me, said I'm her mother
Bitch, I'll take ya motherf*ckin' daughter and punt her
Haha, like boop, bop, bippity
Run up on ya block like, "Who shot Tiffany?"
Gun in hand, body slam two cops physically
Then slide up out the precinct like my tube socks slippery
Listen, B, open ya mouth up and this'll be history
Gold all around my neck like Mr. T
Isn't he the commander of the infantry?
With more motherf*ckin' bars than a prison, B
Ya niggas is itty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Little niggas, ha
Ya niggas is itty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Little niggas
Look
Lil' nigga, we not family
I'll hit ya baby mother, make her sniff a Plan B
Ugh, homeboys ya can't beat
'Cause I'll shoot ya motherf*ckin' mother like Bambi
Damn, he such savage like Randy
Hulkamania, Lion King, hold the baby up
FYL, f*ckin' ya lady then sucking her labia
Then bouncin' before she's goin' into labor, what?
Stupido, the stupid flow
You outside actin' like a f*ckin' goofy, bro
And ya girlfriend lookin' like a groupie ho
I might stick my ice pick in her booty hole
Stupid dough is what I walk around with found it
Crouton salad with the almond salmon
Know I'm out here reppin' Coney Island wylin'
Right hook will knock you off balance, violence
When I come around it's all silence, quiet
If you think you gonna pose a challenge, try it
Nigga, f*ck a diet, I'm out here gettin' fat though
Sellin' hats made a hundred thousand, that's facts, though
You out here starvin', I'm out here robbin'
Hunnit deep on Mermaid Ave, we out here mobbin'
Throw you off the sixteenth floor of O'Dwyer Gardens
Ain't no questioning, I'm the hardest
Ya niggas is itty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Little niggas, ha
Ya niggas is itty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Little niggas
Gorilla, 'rilla, 'rilla, 'rilla
Skatin' on em' like, 'Ay, carumba'
Which one of y'all want beef? I just wonder
Shoot a motherf*cker in his eyes and under
Then step up in the party like, "Ay, la bamba"
She got the fat ass and her thighs are thunder
So you know I hit her with the pipe and lumber
A lady ran up on me, said I'm her mother
Bitch, I'll take ya motherf*ckin' daughter and punt her
Haha, like boop, bop, bippity
Run up on ya block like, "Who shot Tiffany?"
Gun in hand, body slam two cops physically
Then slide up out the precinct like my tube socks slippery
Listen, B, open ya mouth up and this'll be history
Gold all around my neck like Mr. T
Isn't he the commander of the infantry?
With more motherf*ckin' bars than a prison, B
Ya niggas is itty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Little niggas, ha
Ya niggas is itty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Little niggas
Look
Lil' nigga, we not family
I'll hit ya baby mother, make her sniff a Plan B
Ugh, homeboys ya can't beat
'Cause I'll shoot ya motherf*ckin' mother like Bambi
Damn, he such savage like Randy
Hulkamania, Lion King, hold the baby up
FYL, f*ckin' ya lady then sucking her labia
Then bouncin' before she's goin' into labor, what?
Stupido, the stupid flow
You outside actin' like a f*ckin' goofy, bro
And ya girlfriend lookin' like a groupie ho
I might stick my ice pick in her booty hole
Stupid dough is what I walk around with found it
Crouton salad with the almond salmon
Know I'm out here reppin' Coney Island wylin'
Right hook will knock you off balance, violence
When I come around it's all silence, quiet
If you think you gonna pose a challenge, try it
Nigga, f*ck a diet, I'm out here gettin' fat though
Sellin' hats made a hundred thousand, that's facts, though
You out here starvin', I'm out here robbin'
Hunnit deep on Mermaid Ave, we out here mobbin'
Throw you off the sixteenth floor of O'Dwyer Gardens
Ain't no questioning, I'm the hardest
Ya niggas is itty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Little niggas, ha
Ya niggas is itty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Itty-bitty-bitty, itty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty-bitty
Little niggas
Writer: Travis Doyle
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC