Tell Me Freestyle Freddie Gibbs

[Intro]
Kane Train, baby
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Crushed glass knuckles like I'm Van-Damme
Black boy twirlin’ white girls, save the last dance
Mothafuck the 'Gram, I had a bag before the hashtags
Bitch about to get her booty done, she livin' half-ass
I started juugin’ off a half-slab
Watchin' Bout it, Bout it, P and Bob servin' out the cab
I'm a dog about it, once I'm in it, can't get out my bag
I can't keep a bitch 'cause they keep bringin’ shit up out the past

[Chorus]
Yeah, Glock full, fuck a semi now
Bitch I rep the East Virginia streets, them killers with me now
Bet they feel me ’til they kill me now
I got shooters every city now
We pull up in somethin' tinted out
Bullets go through brick, better clear your women and children out
Say they want this thang hard fried, I flew the chicken out
Keep my bitches close, she ain’t fuckin', I flew her sister out

[Verse 2]
Yeah-yeah, had a bag 'fore the hashtags
James Brown jammin' on the glass, save the last dance
Almost lost my eye, that nigga past got a nigga stabbed
Signed my publishin’, I copped the nine-piece with my advance
Trickin off on Erica with my advance
I can't make it last cause she keep bringin' shit up out the past
I just had a baby, livin' crazy with my dog ass
Baby mama drama on my collar, it be all bad