Freddie Gibbs - Str8 Slammin' lyrics

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs] Can you picture a n***a out here clocking cash and Pulling stick ups, I guess I had to Glock and mask it Nine zippers, let's bust that open, cut and bag it Water whipper, I'm in the kitchen Str8 Slammin' Thug n***as, and drug dealers, that's all I hang with Puffing Swishers, and f**king hoes, we on the same sh*t In the kitchen, gon' whip my weight up to a mansion Eight figures, that's what I call Str8 Slammin [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] G.I. thuggin Yes picture this Midwest n***a rollin Hardrock hustling b**ches stick to the dick cause you know a n***a holding Living on some pimp sh*t I'm a let y'all chase hoes, I'm a get chosen Keep a b**ch dick whipped Got a whole lotta broads that'll bust that open Fresh up off a straight dope stain I know my clothes still smell like c**aine The real n***as understand I ain't trying to be the man If you put it in my hands, it'll go mayne I keep a whole thing or better pushed to the side Got like 32 bells of bubba kush in the ride If you wanna get high, all d** I provide Getting my thug on where I preside n***a been bust at, still I survive Push packs and I live to tell it in my raps Lost a couple homies, I can never get em back Life got me stressed, so I'm twisting up a sack I'm street certified, n***a - check my stats Back up to the wall cause I'm coming up to bat And these little n***as said they got racks on racks So the stick up man had to put the tax on the tax Got damn [Hook] [Verse 2: Juicy J] f**k what I'm worth Still out here on the grind Trying to stack racks Racks on racks, never caught slipping n***a get wrong, it's a toe tag f**ks with the hood Still eat good Hanging with the k**ers with the black masks They will kidnap your wife and kids You n***as don't want that Do what we gotta do to make it Hope them jackers won't take it If a n***a violate me I heard my young n***a's gon erase em I don't fight over no b**ches but I k** for bread And I don't hang out with no n***as that sleep with Feds Ride down on your block with that chopper, let that b**ch go If you try to open shop up, that sh*t closed Money and the power What we hustle for? We already run ya house, ain't no kicking doors [Hook]