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[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
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fu*kin' rap sh*t
Yeah
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs & Benny The Butcher]
I was, fu*kin' them girls, I was gon' get right back
I had a, line on that soft, I was gon' switch it to crack
I stuck to tires like I'm fixin' a flat, swimmin' through racks
Cooked my first zip, lost 6, brought 22 back
b*tch what you trippin' off? Just sold a brick, still down to whip a song
I don't even fu*k with the dawg, straight cuttin' fentanyl
She asked me if I'm fu*kin' her friend, just know I'm hittin' y'all
fu*k a opp, 250 round drums when I get at y'all
It'd make The Shade Room if these bloggers knew who I'm fu*kin'
It'd make the same news if the feds knew what I'm pluggin'
You bought 60 grams off me, I'm prolly doin' a dozen
You need a dope boy, b*tch, fu*k you goin' through wit' a husband?
b*tch, I been on The Shade Room, got three baby mamas, I'm thuggin'
TMZ been in my house takin' pictures all of a sudden
Heard thе DEA, they tossin' indictments, they wanna cuff 'еm
I'ma leave up out the country wit' fake ID like McLovin
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
b*tch, what you trippin' off?
36 raw, cut that wit' acetone
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, get hard, they hit the crack phone
(b*tch, what you trippin' off?)
36 raw, cut that wit' acetone
Saturday and Sunday, I only talk on the family phone
[Interlude: Freddie Gibbs]
sh*t, ni**a
Motherfu*ker's out here talkin' about, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm tired of, I'm tired of all these ni**as talkin' about their songs
Dope sh*t, the drug sh*t, ni**a
I made it to the motherfu*kin' Grammys, ni**a
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[Verse 2: Benny The Butcher & Freddie Gibbs]
I treat her like coke, get her wet, then hit her wit' the ice
Reward a single b*tch that's faithful to a ni**a wit' a wife
Plug hate me like I ran off with bundles and fu*ked his wife
Migo stabbed me in the eye, hit a dirty knife for the night
You ain't never been in a gang war if you don't know my life
Feds got me up on the gang board, VL for life
Big Rabbit got a package, god damn it, I keep a Sprite
When Obama got elected, I caught a case wit' a wife
b*tch, what you trippin' off?
They know how I feel about Mach workin' with West
Why would I give a fu*k? I'm rich already, I wish him the best
Played the game where a brick get you death, [?] hit you less
Judged for the number on your shirt, but it won't be Mitchell & Ness
You like to claim her, the truth is, we shared the b*tch, so I guess
I send her back with some cash in her purse and dick on her breath, yeah
I make my girl a star too from buyin' all that yola
Gang hit again, y'all hoes still cryin' in Toyotas
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
b*tch, what you trippin' off?
36 raw, cut that wit' acetone
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, get hard, they hit the crack phone
(b*tch, what you trippin' off?)
36 raw, cut that wit' acetone
Saturday and Sunday, I only talk on the family phone
(b*tch, what you trippin' off?)
[Outro: Benny The Butcher]
This for my ni**a [?]
[?] ni**a ever gave me a brick, man
I'm [?] forget you
That's the [?] me, ha ha
[?] district attorney
BSF, ni**a