Highway To Hell Mexicans with Guns (Ft. Bun B & Freddie Gibbs)

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
I'm a no good sinner, ain't been to church in a minute
Next time I go I might be front row with my suit tailor fitted
Bet they put kush up in my casket optimos with some swishers
My soul won't rest until my niggas smoked them bitches that did it
On any given day, you could be nothing but a pistol play
Lookin for a nigga with some bricks to weigh
Put a bullet in em we could split the ye
Gotta be up on em when the liq come through
Hit em at his crib what his clique gon do?
Show up at the door with the mask on and if his family home then we gon kill them too
Hold on- now thats some cold shit
As I approach this drugged out hypnosis
Now my blunts is way too laced up I must have doubled my doses
Got me posted feeling hopeless and lokin with no emotion
Through my actions at the moment I'm knowin just where I'm goin
Straight to hell

[Chorus]
I live on my cellphone
Can’t eat till the scale gone
I gotta make this money even if I don’t make it wrong
My fist on my scale man
One foot in the jail man
I'm flying down the interstate
I'm on the highway to hell