[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Bitch nigga
Nigga bitch
Oogie-boogie nigga
Sniff it up
Fuck nigga came to my section on Sunday, didn't even bring shit or bottles, just ate, drank and dipped, fuck nigga
Yeah, ayo
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Scammin' niggas maxin' out, ratchet bitches actin' out
God made me sell crack so I'd have somethin' to rap about
Lobster lollipops and crustaceans, ho, what you mad about?
I fucked her twice in Vegas, that pussy wasn't shit to brag about
And I can't draw for shit, but I knocked a bitch at a paint-and-sip
Magnums and some sweet aromatics, yeah, bitch I came equipped
I don't do sucker shit with no ho, mistletoe and Christmas exchanging gifts
She don't like it, bitch can punch out, niggas be changin' shifts
Yeah, you niggas bringin' out the old me (Yeah)
I'm tryna live to 93 and see the old me
When I touched that crack, I let them crackers take control of me
Serve the beast, Caprice ain't got no heat, man, it was cold G
Record labels downed me forty thousand on my first advance
Fucked up on my taxes, IRS kept me on payment plans
Crime fuckin' pays, but once you paid, you gotta pay the man
Straight survival, right hand on the Bible, I won't take the stand
Yeah, VL niggas trap it out
Lord let me hit this ho so I have something to rap about
Been through shit with hoes that I look back and I can laugh about
This shit wasn't no joke, sittin' in that cage, this shit was draggin' out
Diego trippin' cause I'm sittin', ain't no package out
He robbed the plug, kicked in the door and cleaned the mattress out
Right back in the trap, these niggas bringin' out the old me (Yeah)
I'm tryna live to ninety-three and see the old me (Yeah)
Bitch nigga
Nigga bitch
Oogie-boogie nigga
Sniff it up
Fuck nigga came to my section on Sunday, didn't even bring shit or bottles, just ate, drank and dipped, fuck nigga
Yeah, ayo
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Scammin' niggas maxin' out, ratchet bitches actin' out
God made me sell crack so I'd have somethin' to rap about
Lobster lollipops and crustaceans, ho, what you mad about?
I fucked her twice in Vegas, that pussy wasn't shit to brag about
And I can't draw for shit, but I knocked a bitch at a paint-and-sip
Magnums and some sweet aromatics, yeah, bitch I came equipped
I don't do sucker shit with no ho, mistletoe and Christmas exchanging gifts
She don't like it, bitch can punch out, niggas be changin' shifts
Yeah, you niggas bringin' out the old me (Yeah)
I'm tryna live to 93 and see the old me
When I touched that crack, I let them crackers take control of me
Serve the beast, Caprice ain't got no heat, man, it was cold G
Record labels downed me forty thousand on my first advance
Fucked up on my taxes, IRS kept me on payment plans
Crime fuckin' pays, but once you paid, you gotta pay the man
Straight survival, right hand on the Bible, I won't take the stand
Yeah, VL niggas trap it out
Lord let me hit this ho so I have something to rap about
Been through shit with hoes that I look back and I can laugh about
This shit wasn't no joke, sittin' in that cage, this shit was draggin' out
Diego trippin' cause I'm sittin', ain't no package out
He robbed the plug, kicked in the door and cleaned the mattress out
Right back in the trap, these niggas bringin' out the old me (Yeah)
I'm tryna live to ninety-three and see the old me (Yeah)
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