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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Gibbs
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Fredrick Tipton
Songwriter
Shante Franklin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Rich Gains
Engineer
The Alchemist
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Can't tell me a mothafuckin' thing, bruh
Yeah, straight from hood like
Yeah, had my nets on this devil, yeah
Yeah, show them ****
Told them ****, I'ma show them ****, what up
Yeah, told them **** and I show them ****, where at
Yeah, told them **** and I show them ****, where at
[Verse 2]
Straight out the sewer like Das EFX
Which one you fuck **** want it next?
In my dreams I see faces of death
I'ma pray for you hoes, get your Rosary, cross your chest
Young Soprano can't fade me like Thanos
I just shipped a whole damn piano up out the west
Hit Chicago, might fuck around ball out like Rilo
And go put 500 thangs on the jet
I just picked up 500 thangs on the strip
**** rap with a hundred pack in the Lyft
OG **** they told me that they still be movin'
That they had the hook up since '96
Black Tony told 'em Chichi get the yay'
Line of scrimmage, Peyton Manning, switch the play
Pour the holy water all up in the Jesus piece
Wash a real ****'s sins away
Yeah, took it from the devil's mouth
I hammer dance on the roof of the devil's house
Chop a dime bag or drum with the metal out
Percocet, weed and codeine brought the devil out
Brought dope in momma house, let the devil in
Dropped a zip, took a loss, ain't gon' never win
I'm so sick of these fuckin' rap groupies
I need to go find some good pussy to settle in
Hit my plug with the strap
Pussy boy wanna jack up the pack, and a **** can't settle for it
I just hit up the jack
All he do is smoke wet on the steps and a **** might wet 'em for it
Six figures, most **** never saw it
Almighty dollar, **** can't ignore it
Light, gas bill, **** can't afford it
Put him on that wet and **** wet 'em for it, yeah
Fin ball rollin', catch me chuckin' up the vatos locos
Bitch, I run the deck like Willie Lloyd
A **** got the fans and the feds takin' photos
Know it's A-1 yola, when you see the logo
Made a half a milli off a Motorola
Percy Miller with the baking soda
Silkk the Shocker rock, I got C-Murder motives
I'm a giant, **** standin' on my shoulders
Gave them **** game, now they throwin' shade
[Verse 3]
I know Folks, Crips, Bloods, Renegades
Got respect drippin' from a **** name
Finna load this seat, seekers in the gauge
Drugs loaded in me when I hit the stage
And the Folks, Crips, Bloods, Renegades
Got respect drippin' from a **** name
**** what?
I know Folks, Crips, Bloods, Renegades
Got respect drippin' from a **** name
**** what? Yeah
Yeah, Big Lord Bunny Rabbit ****
Bout to chef a package then it's automatic
**** what?
Written by: Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist