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
Well yeah, uh, yeah.
You know what I'm saying? Let me wrap it up. I just jammed with the big homie, Big
Woo. Yeah.
Uh, check, check. Yeah.
Check, check, check. Yeah. Yeah. Check, check.
Yeah.
Oh yeah, I'm feeling that shit now, Thurg, you dig?
Yeah.
Jam.
She loves me, she loves me not.
VVS in the lot. I'm taking green tea shots.
I usually don't drink them shits, but she gon' let me be now.
She wouldn't fuck when I was broke, I guess I'm on my feet now. Just asked Christina, I was hiding them racks in the drop ceiling.
Matthew got his PhD now, bitch, I just started clinic. Every day I talk to Will
Gates, plotting on ways to get it.
Hoes done tricked y'all into tricking, let's take this shit back to pimping.
Stay persistent and I guarantee my nigga we gon' ball, won't fall. Life of blood sport, you gotta be Jean-Claude.
Saw my bitch ain't have no discipline and I ain't on no barks.
Niggas just think about fucking a nigga that's richer, but I ain't got no heart. Bitch I'm from the crib,
I'm repping that FN like I was Coldheart.
Or shut your mouth and let these lawyers talk and it'll be no charge.
On God, how to make it out the east side of Gary, I wrote the book.
Grammy night felt like niggas took my trophy like Reggie Bush, nigga. Bush, nigga. She loves me, she loves me not.
No matter how niggas plot, I can't be knocked from my spot.
Should've gave it all up in that parking lot, but you ain't have to get shot.
Gotta protect your little rap image, so you ain't gon' talk to the cops. That's why it's sweet picket.
These niggas sweet licks, they sweet chicken. Took the chains off everybody, it was a sweet mission.
Meanwhile, I'm busting these bands down on some Greek bitches.
Houston ho, she cheat on her wife for me, she sneak dickin'.
She loves me, she loves me not. Rap game don't love nobody.
You gotta get in to get out. You gotta get in to get high. You gotta get in to get paid.
You could walk away from it with nothing, so when it end, it's a wait.
But stay persistent and I guarantee, my nigga we gon' ball, won't fall. Life of blood sport, I gotta be
Jean-Claude for my dogs. Niggas dishing out love taps.
I bet it be a pretty service when I send love back. So keep it cute, nigga.
She loves me, she loves me not. VVS in the lot. I'm taking green tea shots.
I usually don't drink them shits, but she gon' let me be now. Motherfucker had some
Paris, pussy magnificent.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You can go.
We both know I wasn't going back with you, bro.
You're right.
Just like you and I both know, even at the top of a fucking mountain, there's always another peak
English translation
Well yeah, uh, yeah.
You know what I'm saying? Let me wrap it up. I just jammed with the big homie, Big
Woo. Yeah.
Uh, check, check. Yeah.
Check, check, check. Yeah. Yeah. Check, check.
Yeah.
Oh yeah, I'm feeling that shit now, Thurg, you dig?
Yeah.
Jam.
She loves me, she loves me not.
VVS in the lot. I'm taking green tea shots.
I usually don't drink them shits, but she gon' let me be now.
She wouldn't fuck when I was broke, I guess I'm on my feet now. Just asked Christina, I was hiding them racks in the drop ceiling.
Matthew got his PhD now, bitch, I just started clinic. Every day I talk to Will
Gates, plotting on ways to get it.
Hoes done tricked y'all into tricking, let's take this shit back to pimping.
Stay persistent and I guarantee my nigga we gon' ball, won't fall. Life of blood sport, you gotta be Jean-Claude.
Saw my bitch ain't have no discipline and I ain't on no barks.
Niggas just think about fucking a nigga that's richer, but I ain't got no heart. Bitch I'm from the crib,
I'm repping that FN like I was Coldheart.
Or shut your mouth and let these lawyers talk and it'll be no charge.
On God, how to make it out the east side of Gary, I wrote the book.
Grammy night felt like niggas took my trophy like Reggie Bush, nigga. Bush, nigga. She loves me, she loves me not.
No matter how niggas plot, I can't be knocked from my spot.
Should've gave it all up in that parking lot, but you ain't have to get shot.
Gotta protect your little rap image, so you ain't gon' talk to the cops. That's why it's sweet picket.
These niggas sweet licks, they sweet chicken. Took the chains off everybody, it was a sweet mission.
Meanwhile, I'm busting these bands down on some Greek bitches.
Houston ho, she cheat on her wife for me, she sneak dickin'.
She loves me, she loves me not. Rap game don't love nobody.
You gotta get in to get out. You gotta get in to get high. You gotta get in to get paid.
You could walk away from it with nothing, so when it end, it's a wait.
But stay persistent and I guarantee, my nigga we gon' ball, won't fall. Life of blood sport, I gotta be
Jean-Claude for my dogs. Niggas dishing out love taps.
I bet it be a pretty service when I send love back. So keep it cute, nigga.
She loves me, she loves me not. VVS in the lot. I'm taking green tea shots.
I usually don't drink them shits, but she gon' let me be now. Motherfucker had some
Paris, pussy magnificent.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You can go.
We both know I wasn't going back with you, bro.
You're right.
Just like you and I both know, even at the top of a fucking mountain, there's always another peak