McLovin Freddie Gibbs (Ft. Benny the Butcher & Hit-Boy)

[Intro: Benny The Butcher & Freddie Gibbs]
Pretty little, pre-
Your lie, lie
Pretty little, pre-
Your lie, lie
Pretty little, pre-
Your lie, lie
We sell dope for a motherfucking living, nigga
You feel me? Fuck that rap shit
Pretty little, pre-
Your lie, lie (Yeah, uh, yeah)

[Verse: Freddie Gibbs & Benny The Butcher]
I was just fucking 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 fixing a flat, swimming through racks
Cooked my first zip, lost six, brought twenty-two back
Bitch, what you trippin' on?
Just sold a brick, still down to whip a song
I don't even fuck with the dawg, straight cutting fentanyl
She asked me if I'm fucking her friend, just know I'm hitting y'all
Fuck an opp, two-fifty round drums when I give it to y'all
And it'll make The Shade Room if these bloggers knew who I'm fucking
It'll make the same news if the Feds knew who I'm plugging
You bought sixty grams off me, I probably threw in a dozen
You need a dope boy, bitch, fuck you gon' do with a husband?
Bitch, I been on The Shade Room, got three baby mamas, I'm thuggin'
TMZ been at my house, taking pictures, all of a sudden
Heard the DEA, they tossing indictments, they want to cuff him
I'ma leave up out the country with fake ID like McLovin