Need More Joey Fatts (Ft. Freddie Gibbs)

[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
Been that nigga since I was conceived
No bitch trace in my genes, my mama was a G
Known to keep a pistol tucked in my dungarees
And if a nigga try it, he gon' have to murder me
On my mama
Block hotter than Rwanda
Stashing packs in my sister's Honda
I know they heard that we serving
But if they search they won't find them
Out here grinding
With a purpose, posted up like Andrew Bynum
On the block
Ray Allen with these shots (pop-pop)
Put a nigga in a box
Dump the Glock
Where was you at? I forgot
No pistol, no case
Get out the next day
Finessing that ye'
I'm like James with that rock
Put holes in his feet, now he walking with Christ
Don't talk to these niggas, don't talk to these cops
No love for these hoes
I'm chasing this dough
Get miles with that hooptie and then to a drop
Uhhh, snitches don't live where I come from
Pussy niggas get fucked if they want some
I'm tryna get my mama out the fucking slums
So I ain't bout to settle for no fucking crumbs