Freddie Gibbs - Certified Live lyrics

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] I just poured up like four zips One-double-O like four grips, gangster and you know this Just took a Vegas trip, Caesar's Palace, stabbing your b**h Finna go trick off your cheese, pissing off these police I'm big dope drinking, make sure my eighty-four stinking Haters can't contest, just K.Y.S., I suicide that Lincoln Broad day, all day, crack rock in my hallway I was sixteen serving sixteens off fifteen from Broadway Hard yay, got a n***a thugging out that UGK tape n***as 'bout that sh** and we hit our first lick, with a little deuce deuce and a tre eight And b**h my pack just hit the mail, I'ma get that scale, I can't wait n***a for all this rap sh**, these n***as plastic claim they Gs but they ain't It's Gangsta Gibbs, b**h [Hook x2: G-Wiz] sponsored links n***a f**ed your b**h and left it wetter, mane Staying on my G and about my cheddar, mane Rapper slash feet in the dope game Certified live from the land of the gang bang [Verse 2: Jay Rock] It's Rock Eighty-seven cut, dog Oh no, I ain't got Mercedes Haters out there tryna take me Pop the trunk or pop a crazy Like a barber keeping them extra clippers Drop 'bout eighty, I drive 'em crazy when I deliver Mind your business we living life and just stacking riches Picture me rolling on my phone, scrolling through p**y pictures p**y n***a, you in the way, so just step aside You can't swim with these sharks, you drowning all in your pride We moving with k**ers in broad day It's a cold world, keeping them heaters on all day All day, oh yeah we riding with them clappers Cause them b**h-a** n***as praying on us heavy like some pastors And them feds tryna have our phone tapped Like some dirty-a** water out the faucet, out the trap Jay Rock, Freddie Gibbs, 'bout to k** it, hide your feelings If you show your hands then we gunning and you finished [Hook x2: G-Wiz]