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
Check check, yeah.
Mic check check. Check check, uh.
Check check, bitch.
What you wanna do with me? Do with me. What you wanna do with me? Check check, bitch. Yeah.
What you wanna do with me? What you wanna do with me? Check check.
Goddamn it. I be goddamn it.
First class Virgin Atlantic, stewardess titties plastic. I'm still gon' squeeze Akademiks' titties, that fat bastard.
Gunna dissed me and took a plea, he a rap bastard. Show up at your funeral, big Fendi, bitch, ten
Vickies. Pee on city girls like P. Diddy, bitch, get with me.
If you's ever thinkin' 'bout stickin' me, that's a long shot.
I'm busy smokin' motherfuckin' opps like Patrick Mahomes' pops. Fathered these niggas flows, I took the long route.
Walk through the jungle so most these niggas could run out.
Smacking shit at 8 AM, shootin' shit as the sun out.
Effects of being broke, Black, agitated, and thugged out. Effects of being young, Black, bitch, might underlie me. They killed Nip,
Takeoff, Dolph, I see the signs, Z.
For the fame and the goddamn chain, they'll undermine me. Give a fuck, I'll beef with multiple rappers, I like variety, uh.
Goddamn it.
I be goddamn it. I was testin' dope with an addict, Henry was speakin' Spanish.
Beezy lost three bricks in a package, mafia tryna whack him.
Made it up with interest and taxes, fuck it, we back in action.
Beefin' with the gang, 'bout to bust a strap at another faction.
Heard he like to shop, I'ma bury him in designer fashion. Honey care rabbit, my bunny surfin', my water splashin'. Yellow
Rollie, rose gold Patek, I got some lavish habits. Goddamn it.
I be goddamn it. Crack still slammin', I should take another crack at it.
Goddamn it.
I be goddamn it. Yellow Rollie, rose gold Patek, I got some lavish habits.
I be goddamn it.
How you say this in the hood, like, you say, "Man, you playin' real good," you see?
English translation
Check check, yeah.
Mic check check. Check check, uh.
Check check, bitch.
What you wanna do with me? Do with me. What you wanna do with me? Check check, bitch. Yeah.
What you wanna do with me? What you wanna do with me? Check check.
Goddamn it. I be goddamn it.
First class Virgin Atlantic, stewardess titties plastic. I'm still gon' squeeze Akademiks' titties, that fat bastard.
Gunna dissed me and took a plea, he a rap bastard. Show up at your funeral, big Fendi, bitch, ten
Vickies. Pee on city girls like P. Diddy, bitch, get with me.
If you's ever thinkin' 'bout stickin' me, that's a long shot.
I'm busy smokin' motherfuckin' opps like Patrick Mahomes' pops. Fathered these niggas flows, I took the long route.
Walk through the jungle so most these niggas could run out.
Smacking shit at 8 AM, shootin' shit as the sun out.
Effects of being broke, Black, agitated, and thugged out. Effects of being young, Black, bitch, might underlie me. They killed Nip,
Takeoff, Dolph, I see the signs, Z.
For the fame and the goddamn chain, they'll undermine me. Give a fuck, I'll beef with multiple rappers, I like variety, uh.
Goddamn it.
I be goddamn it. I was testin' dope with an addict, Henry was speakin' Spanish.
Beezy lost three bricks in a package, mafia tryna whack him.
Made it up with interest and taxes, fuck it, we back in action.
Beefin' with the gang, 'bout to bust a strap at another faction.
Heard he like to shop, I'ma bury him in designer fashion. Honey care rabbit, my bunny surfin', my water splashin'. Yellow
Rollie, rose gold Patek, I got some lavish habits. Goddamn it.
I be goddamn it. Crack still slammin', I should take another crack at it.
Goddamn it.
I be goddamn it. Yellow Rollie, rose gold Patek, I got some lavish habits.
I be goddamn it.
How you say this in the hood, like, you say, "Man, you playin' real good," you see?