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Freddie Gibbs

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It's about family and uh, stacking up this paper That's what it's really about, what up? If I wasn't rapping, I'd still be doing this old shit here Y'know, this ain't nothin' but materialistic Y'now, knowledge is power Yeah, straight from the tippy-top Ghetto nigga flip flop at the Bentley lot Duffle bag, boy, up on that 250 yacht Finna rain on these hoes with the drippy-drop Yeah, ride with the semi cocked Hit a lick at the bus on the rent-a-cop They know nigga flip-flop at the Bentley lot Finna rain all these hoes with the drippy-drop Nigga, whip the pot, nigga, whip the butter Yeah, hop in that foreign and burn rubber AMG, put the kit on that mothafucka I might trick a few dollars, but I don't love her (Yeah) I don't got time for bitches Go backstage at my show there's a line of bitches Black, Latino and white, it's all kind of bitches Nigga, might catch a case, never mind them bitches Never mind them hoes, never mind them haters They gon' smile in your face and say, "Fuck you" later Grab my fork and my scale and my calculator You can't touch me like Hammer, I'm touchin' paper (yeah) I copped a mansion on the acres, my shit on a mountain so fuck a neighbor Got my fork and my scale and my calculator You can't touch me like Hammer, I'm touchin' paper Yeah, hop in that foreign and burn rubber AMG, put the kit on that mothafucka I might trick a few dollars, but I don't love her Yeah, hop in that foreign and burn rubber AMG, put the kit on that mothafucka I might trick a few dollars, but I don't love her Nigga I don't love her, nigga I don't need her I just K.O.'d that pussy, I'm undefeated I'm the underground king, nigga Bun beat it Used to rap with that raw dope in my 2-liter I still rap with that pot jumping out the speaker 'Bout to hop in that pack, movin' Micheal Keaton In the Jeep just like Nino, my brother's keeper Beat the case, tell them crackas I'm undefeated (yeah) Thuggin' like Master P, I always feel like somebody be watchin' me I'm just sellin' it, dawg, get it poppin', leave Served my first clucker on Carolina street Put some bread on your head, I can buy the street I got killas that's goin' off the powder, G Drop the top like your ho sloppy-toppin' me She gon' drop off the dog and then probably leave I just mixed up half a brick in the blender Hundred pounds of that stanky boy, crack a window 'Bout to wrap up this shit, where you wanna send em'? Fuck with killers, drug dealers, they no pretenders Bet they bury me a G ain't no pretender Blowin' dope they smoke up out of tinted Benzes Daughter never gotta worry about tuition Bet they bury me, G ain't no pretender Yeah, hop in that foreign and burn rubber AMG, put the kit on that mothafucka I might trick a few dollars, but I don't love her Yeah, hop in that foreign and burn rubber AMG, put the kit on that mothafucka I might trick a few dollars, but I don't love her

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