[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
[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 you twice in Vegas, that pussy wasn´t shit to brag about And I can´t draw for shit, but I knocked a bitch that I paid to sit Magnums and some sweet aromatics, yeah, bitch I came equipped
I don´t do no 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)
[Tyler, The Creator] Ayo
Nail is in the coffin, Freddie sent me this shit This sound like the boat I haven´t bought yet This sound like the moment I jump off it Sun shinin´, cold water fillin´ in my pockets This lake water better than the faucet I grew up with We hold our breath like grudges ´til we nauseous We hop out, let the sun dry us like raisins We get dressed in some Gucci or Lacoste, shit, it´s amazing We look like Polo ads but skin is darkened I gotta move cautious ´cause niggas malicious, they come from the trenches I used to be a Goblin under them bridges, now I´m a businessman I started gettin´ moola as youngin´, now I got bigger hands To hold ´em, if I got too much on me, I know my niggas can
I keep my circle tight like tops, nothin´ corn, no crops You messy and get cleaned up with the mop I went to school and I ain´t miss it a lot So I can be around niggas like you and learn how to keep my distance I cut some niggas off on some hater shit niggas said to me R.I.P. tees ´cause these motherfuckers is dead to me Nail is in the coffin, murder, murder I´m sick of y´all niggas and I ain´t coughin´, I know me Y´all often anxious, lost in y´all thoughts and I don´t relate So keep that energy away from me Don´t blame me, ´cause you ain´t got it figured out
You ain´t got the bigger house, the jig is up You jealous, dawg, my afro long, I´ll pick it out Like cotton on some basic, shit is off We ain´t adjacent I´m grounded like the pavement, we ain´t linkin´ like the bracelet broke Better get your wrist that hold on the thoughts you get and go The fuck away, ´cause niggas get they faces broke I just got a thumbs up and niggas go, like, "Good job" You better find a shoe store and get your sole Get it quick and slip it on And I´ll be in "My-konos", lemonade, sippin´ slow Jumpin´ in the water off that boat I haven´t bought yet, bitch
[ Tyler, The Creator]
One take Let me hear that I meant to say "Mykonos" (Haha)
I think (I think) that he died from alcohol (But I´m afraid ) But if you write dog shit, it doesn´t do any good what you die Teach the parents to be civilized people, becau