What It be Like Freddie Gibbs

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
You can take it how you wanna take it homie
Yeah, you hear the record spinnin'
So you know I'm gettin' money
Got a spot, can't another nigga come and take it from me
Now you on the sideline, fucked up, lookin' funny
And I'm flossin' in the 68' oldsmo'
Attractin' hella booty, blowin' fruity with yo' hoes
You wanna be like me but you ain't making that dough fold
I got some dealers that'll hit you up for that rose gold
I'm fresh up outta Indiana nigga
Gary to be exact
Got my ticket with this rappin' threw Gary up on my back
I'm in business with them nigga that keep a clip in the gat
Ds on the lac
Catch you in the kitchen whippin' the crack
I'ma come up on some swishas and twist up anotha sack
Got your girl leavin' wit her, she wonderin' where she at
What she said up in the Jag, if she let a nigga stab
But if not I put that bitch in the cab
I'll see ya later babe

[Chorus]
All my thug ass nigga, what it be like
All my down ass hoes, what it be like
No I don't fuck around ho, what it be like
You know I bust down ho, what it be like
All my East coast nigga, what it be like
All my West coast nigga, what it be like
All my dirty South nigga, what it be like
All my Midwest nigga, what it be like