More songs by Freddie Gibbs
More songs by The Alchemist
Description
Vocals, Composer, Writer: Freddie Gibbs
Recording Engineer: Thurston “Thurst Mgurst” McCrea
Mixing Engineer: Eddie Sancho
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Composer, Writer, Producer: The Alchemist
Lyrics and translation
Original
-You are every word that I could ever say.
-Yeah, yeah, damn.
-Okay, yeah. -You got me running just as fast as I can.
I'm tapping in, so fuck it, we gonna freestyle this shit.
Uh, check it, check it.
Yeah, uh, as I cruise in my '68 Le Mans with 72s, new suede shoes, bench seats , still make a bitch spread her feet to the conjure.
Ayo, for Cheesy, nigga, that ho was thick, that bitch was greasy.
Believe me, bitches be always tryna Billie Jean me.
Watch TV, cook these hoes on chips, came -through too blingy. -You got me running just as fast as I can.
She clean, I don't like fucking hoes that is low 84 degrees.
-I can't get my body out. -Young posted in the Foot Locker with
Tasha, that bitch a Prada.
She don't want shit but dick and a couple dollars, so I supply her. Treat that ho like Henry Hill, got her mixing and sniffing powder.
Uh, I gotta go home, my baby mama making empanadas.
Grasi, yes, that nana, I'm blessing tables and saying grace.
Smack him in Miami, his boys jumped me, he -played it safe. -You got me running just as fast as I can.
Bitch in Buffalo did the same thing, they was throwing plates.
Limped away on his good foot, but he ain't bust a grape.
These niggas fake, still docking and still popping it. Fuck the certified crack babies, come get your mama here.
-You got me running just as fast as I can.
-Shit ain't selling, they gotta resort to -drama shit. -I can't get my body out.
Fuck these love your hip hop niggas, I'm at the Oscars, bitch.
When I was living with Sid, I had a roster, bitch.
Candace with the good pum pum, got me watching -soccer, bitch. -You got me running just as fast as I can.
Cheryl fucked me so good in Bali, might have to bring her back.
-I can't get my body out.
-If she get pregnant, I'll teach my son to shoot like Tehmarte.
Before I'm courtside drunk as fuck like I'm T Morant.
Caught the ball at Barclays -Center, I shoulda dunked that bitch. -You got me running just as fast as I can.
Never catching feelings, these bitches might suck 100 dicks.
And put you in the system, go get a job with the government, bitch.
I can't get my body out.
Nigga talking about no FBI, detectives or something, niggas, jackings.
-You got me running just as fast as I can. -Just working my motherfucking options.
I can't get my body -out. -Check this, check this.
I need you, baby. I need you, baby. Don't leave me, baby.
-The best.
-You got me running just as fast as I can.
Yeah.
What you want to do?
-How do you wanna handle it? -I got it.
I gotta handle this shit myself
English translation
-You are every word that I could ever say.
-Yeah, yeah, damn.
-Okay, yeah. -You got me running just as fast as I can.
I'm tapping in, so fuck it, we gonna freestyle this shit.
Uh, check it, check it.
Yeah, uh, as I cruise in my '68 Le Mans with 72s, new suede shoes, bench seats , still make a bitch spread her feet to the conjure.
Ayo, for Cheesy, nigga, that ho was thick, that bitch was greasy.
Believe me, bitches be always tryna Billie Jean me.
Watch TV, cook these hoes on chips, came -through too blingy. -You got me running just as fast as I can.
She clean, I don't like fucking hoes that is low 84 degrees.
-I can't get my body out. -Young posted in the Foot Locker with
Tasha, that bitch a Prada.
She don't want shit but dick and a couple dollars, so I supply her. Treat that ho like Henry Hill, got her mixing and sniffing powder.
Uh, I gotta go home, my baby mama making empanadas.
Grasi, yes, that nana, I'm blessing tables and saying grace.
Smack him in Miami, his boys jumped me, he -played it safe. -You got me running just as fast as I can.
Bitch in Buffalo did the same thing, they was throwing plates.
Limped away on his good foot, but he ain't bust a grape.
These niggas fake, still docking and still popping it. Fuck the certified crack babies, come get your mama here.
-You got me running just as fast as I can.
-Shit ain't selling, they gotta resort to -drama shit. -I can't get my body out.
Fuck these love your hip hop niggas, I'm at the Oscars, bitch.
When I was living with Sid, I had a roster, bitch.
Candace with the good pum pum, got me watching -soccer, bitch. -You got me running just as fast as I can.
Cheryl fucked me so good in Bali, might have to bring her back.
-I can't get my body out.
-If she get pregnant, I'll teach my son to shoot like Tehmarte.
Before I'm courtside drunk as fuck like I'm T Morant.
Caught the ball at Barclays -Center, I shoulda dunked that bitch. -You got me running just as fast as I can.
Never catching feelings, these bitches might suck 100 dicks.
And put you in the system, go get a job with the government, bitch.
I can't get my body out.
Nigga talking about no FBI, detectives or something, niggas, jackings.
-You got me running just as fast as I can. -Just working my motherfucking options.
I can't get my body -out. -Check this, check this.
I need you, baby. I need you, baby. Don't leave me, baby.
-The best.
-You got me running just as fast as I can.
Yeah.
What you want to do?
-How do you wanna handle it? -I got it.
I gotta handle this shit myself