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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Cook cocaine, put numbers on the set
Well, who you fuck with? I just cut four pills
Up in the deal up in the dope mix
Just fucked up my smoke 'cause ain't my smoker, got my dope kicked
Bitch, it ain't no sleeping, cutthroat, you get your throat split
Bust down true believer, couple Tecs, I got my Rolls blinged
Got expensive taste, won't even take head from a broke bitch
Smoke that kush and pop them perkies, drank and snort that blow, bitch
Back when I was broke, wouldn't even take head from a broke bitch
Or a slut-bag or a thot-thot, I was 17 with a knot knot
Nor a chopped rock in the slot box
Shout out to my **** on the lot lot
We gonna shut it down when the narcs out
Hurt a fuck ****
Feelings when you go and fuck a check up at the car lot
God damn
[Verse 2]
Strap on my lap, hop out
Hit 'em with the MAC, pop-pop
Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
Pull up on the set, doo doo
Strap on my lap, hop out
Hit 'em with the MAC, pop-pop
Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
Pull up on the set, doo doo
[Verse 3]
A hunnid K that's on my neck, I put it on the set set
And my wrist is dripping wet, I put it on the set set
Copping foreigns off the lot, I brought it to the set set
**** pop and drop a opp, I did it for the set set
[Verse 4]
Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it hard
Ain't no witness, no weapon, my ****, I beat the charge
Gotta ice a **** so my swiper ****
Put the brand new choppers on the Visa card
Told that pussy **** that this ain't no motherfucking movie
But you gotta play your part
Get you cut, boy, snap and put it on the what, boy
All these rappers got humongous choppers
But I swear they got some baby nuts, boy
If you ever bought a chain back from a robber ****, you a fuck boy
Putting duct tape on the whole fam, flexing for the Gram
Get you touched, boy
Who you trust, boy?
God damn
[Verse 5]
Strap on my lap, hop out
Hit 'em with the MAC, pop-pop
Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
Pull up on the set, doo doo
Strap on my lap, hop out
Hit 'em with the MAC, pop-pop
Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
Pull up on the set, doo doo
[Verse 6]
A hunnid K that's on my neck, I put it on the set set
And my wrist is dripping wet, I put it on the set set
Copping foreigns off the lot, I brought it to the set set
**** pop and drop a opp, I did it for the set set
Written by: Fredrick Tipton, Kenneth Blume III
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