Harold’s Freddie Gibbs & Madlib

[Intro]
Uhh, yeah, niggas was wearing budgets
Talking 'bout like William School niggas was wearing budgets
Was third grade, you know what I'm saying?
I said, ya bitch, yeah

[Verse 1]
I keep a chip off in my cell phone, pocket full of stones
Smoking on the strong, Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone (ay yeah)
Marshalltown niggas, had a nigga running home (bitch)
I call Kinnell, get me a .38 now bitch is on (bitch)
9 millimeter Baretta to 40 cal (yeah)
Glock 23 fresh up out the box, bitch I hold it down (yuh)
I hit the stroll with a chili bowl and a crooked smile (yeah)
Fast forward ten years, came back with Roley's with golden crowns (bitch)
Skinny nigga, six-wing mild sauce (yeah)
With all the fries you can give me, I tear them bitches off
Ski mask on yo baby daddy? Well that's that nigga loss (bitch)
Pointin' my trey five seven, I got my point across (yeah yeah)
A skinny nigga (uh), six-wing, mild sauce (yeah yeah)
With all the fries you can give me, I tear them bitches off (fries, nigga)
This burning hole in my pocket got me out here flippin' soft (uh)
.223 on my enemy, tear them bitches off (uh yeah)

[Chorus]
Skinny nigga, six-wing, mild sauce
With all the fries you can give me, I tear them bitches off
A plate of chicken with the bread stuck to the bottom (yuh)
But fuck my enemies, what you looking for? Bitch I got 'em (bitch)
Say bitch I got 'em (bitch), say bitch I got 'em (bitch)
Fuck my enemies, what you looking for? Bitch I got 'em (bitch)
Say bitch I got 'em (bitch), say bitch I got 'em (bitch)
Fuck my enemies, what you looking for? Bitch I got 'em