Careless Freddie Gibbs

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, gold crown
Top down as I cruise with a bad ho
Yeah, I-9, from Chicago
I got the weed and the pussy but the money on my mind though
I got a line on the five pack
A hundred thangs on the scale, motherfucker, can you buy that?
She pop that pussy and rewind that
And suck a dick as I get twisted and listen to Do or Die rap
Freddie Kane, young Corleone
Hoppin' out the van with the bows of the strong
Nigga gettin' paid from the shit that I record
Hit my Lord wit' the pack when a nigga came home
Told my nigga we be smokin' and chokin', rollin', it's all the same
Druggin' and still thuggin', it's all a game
Real nigga 'bout to cash out
I need my rims on my cars when I pull them bitches off the lot

[Pre-Hook]
Fuck the top, cop the drop
And these hoes be on my jock, for my hot, car and watch
But this pimpin' never stop, tired or not, what you thought?
And this paper turn 'em out, what she 'bout? Ain't no doubt