Gold Rings Freddie Gibbs (Ft. Pusha T)

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, CoKane (Hahaha)
You feel that? (If you're my down-ass bitch)
Yeah-yeah (Uh, yeah, down-ass bitch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Big Rabbit)

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
No gold rings, this shit just my main squeeze
Coming to the crib, breaking down a set of keys
Back in the days, I admit, I had some issues (Yeah)
Took twelve on the chase, I jumped out, I crashed the rental
But you my down-ass bitch (Yeah)
The one that'd never fuck up or snitch
I fleed the scene, a hit and run, I left the Glock with the switch
Police gon' press you, we got lawyers, baby, don't tell 'em shit (Don't say shit)
And I be rock-rock-rockin' 'til the cops come knockin' at my
College girl, got her stressin', she got a jail record (Damn)
I put the Range in her name and I'm fuckin' up her credit
The judge gave her probation, he had knots in her stomach
After the case, she wiped her Instagram and changed her number (The fuck?)
Damn, bitch, thought we was gang, I would've killed for her
Ex nigga got you engaged, that nigga kneeled for her (You running with this nigga?)
Heartbreak most thug niggas ain't built for it
Tears steady droppin' 'til the cops come knockin' at my