[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, back again nigga
Time for me to get real nigga
Yeah, it's Gibbs
Smoke som' (yeah)
Yo, I make moves and shit you know what I mean
Outta town, niggas in the industry and shit be like you know "where you from nigga?" (tell 'em)
I be like whatchu mean nigga?
From da G
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Picture me rollin' on fo's up in yo' neighborhood
Smokin' that bomb, feelin' good, wish a hater would
Run up on me, cause I got homies in every section
And plus my weapon stay on my hip
My name brain, man stay it on they lips
Cause you the shit, yeah that's what it is
These niggas don't know that I know
They jock my style and study the flow
Hoes is ready for Freddie to blow
So they can see me on TV and say "girl I sucked his dick" (haha)
Why? for the fuck of it
Watched her kiss another bitch
The types of hoes I'm fuckin' with don't fuck around
Callin' that ass at 3 in the mornin', I bet she bustin' down
I done been all over, fucked bitches in every major town
Lace 'em with the game, give me brain when my plane touch down
Yeah you rollin' to the sounds of a pimp, my Imp' got swivel seats
Flipped tips, now I'm gettin' my grip from rippin' beats
I'm a beast with the sticky green tree
And your purple swisher sweets
I'mma crack open this here, kick up my feet
Yeah, back again nigga
Time for me to get real nigga
Yeah, it's Gibbs
Smoke som' (yeah)
Yo, I make moves and shit you know what I mean
Outta town, niggas in the industry and shit be like you know "where you from nigga?" (tell 'em)
I be like whatchu mean nigga?
From da G
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Picture me rollin' on fo's up in yo' neighborhood
Smokin' that bomb, feelin' good, wish a hater would
Run up on me, cause I got homies in every section
And plus my weapon stay on my hip
My name brain, man stay it on they lips
Cause you the shit, yeah that's what it is
These niggas don't know that I know
They jock my style and study the flow
Hoes is ready for Freddie to blow
So they can see me on TV and say "girl I sucked his dick" (haha)
Why? for the fuck of it
Watched her kiss another bitch
The types of hoes I'm fuckin' with don't fuck around
Callin' that ass at 3 in the mornin', I bet she bustin' down
I done been all over, fucked bitches in every major town
Lace 'em with the game, give me brain when my plane touch down
Yeah you rollin' to the sounds of a pimp, my Imp' got swivel seats
Flipped tips, now I'm gettin' my grip from rippin' beats
I'm a beast with the sticky green tree
And your purple swisher sweets
I'mma crack open this here, kick up my feet
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