Couldn’t Be Done Freddie Gibbs (Ft. Kelly Price)

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, you feel me?
We rented out the whole top floor, ya dig?
South Beach, tsk, turn me up, Thirst
I had— I had all— I had to get all my hoes here
Everybody needed a room
Damn, yeah (I was just too jiggy)
Big Rabbit (Yeah-yeah)
They said we couldn't do this shit like— (Yeah-yeah, yeah, a-yeah-yeah)
Yeah-yeah, a-yeah, a-yeah

[Verse: Freddie Gibbs]
They done let the VLs in the do', uh
Used to sleep on the air mattress, my big strap on the floor, uh
Big homie would sell me shit, hеard the west coast got that coke, uh
Fuck niggas see mе now, I chuck the deuces and I float
On them motherfuckin' rubber bands, jump straight out the pot straight to a clucker hand
Bitch, it's strictly business, fuck your homie, I'm your pusha man
They say talking reckless on this shit might get me booked again
Dropped another album, CoKain Rabbit got 'em shook again
Gary niggas, you either with us or you against us
They tried to play us 'cause the Jacksons barely came to visit
They had the Big Lord locked in Westville, yeah, I made them visits
You back outside, it's time for you to play a new position
Fuck them niggas, I still wish them well because I love them niggas
Bulletproof the fleet, I'm in these streets but it's hard to touch a nigga
Next up, I might slay 'em in Cullinans, different colors, nigga
Big Rabbit, I had to Phonte 'em, I little brother niggas (Blackness!)