Womb 2 The Tomb Freddie Gibbs (Ft. Pill)

[Intro: DJ Skee (& Freddie Gibbs)]
That’s right
I told y’all we was bringin’ that Midwestgangstaboxframecadillacmuzik to life today
Gangster Gibbs
(Sing that as a lullaby)
It’s only the start

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
I’m rolling solo in my four door, got my speakers on bang
Trunk full of that {​?}​, finna go make a stain with that cocaine
I’m on my way to cop it, chop it, gotta get paper, bitch
Got your favorite shit and what you lace it with?
They hate the kid
Niggas thought they could phase the kid
Step back and appraise the kid
The neck is lit, this major shit
Niggas ain’t do me no favors, bitch
Don’t ask for none
And niggas that ain’t my peeps shouldn’t even think to speak
I pack them guns, they yap and run
You showed them my buzz?
I’ll sweep your street
We taking and making that dough, nigga
Jacking and breaking them o’s, nigga
Ask any motherfucker on my block
Ms. Watts ain’t raise no hoes nigga
I keep a bitch on her toes, nigga
Freddie the one that she chose, nigga
My dough bigger, my flow sicker than most niggas
I show bitches that I ain’t the one they be playing with
I’m ‘bout my money, my paper, my cheddar, my bread
You hear me jap out on these beats
‘Cause I’m in the streets, the streets is keeping me fed
These niggas ‘ll leave me for dead, if they get the chance
Come at my head to try to advance, but will I last?
Fuck yea—‘cause I’m ‘a blast, nigga