More songs by Freddie Gibbs
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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
James, you know, you lucky like that. Motherfucker can't throw a punch.
Be like -James.
-When you pick musicians to your band and performers, -do you prefer female musicians?
-First of all, they have to know how to carry the instrument.
You can tell when someone picks up an instrument if they're going to play it or -not.
-Ayo, still slamming, still 'bout it, still counting Feel like the only nigga rap cold as me, Andre 3000 Bitch, I raised a generation, kicked game on a thousand albums I should go get me a flute and just disappear in the mountains Like the black Bruce Wayne, Young Kane, the rabbit man begins Never late, no expiration date when it's 'bout revenge I got rich off rapping 'bout cracking shit, I ain't need spins Smacking shit with two naked actresses, bitch, take off the skins When you see 'em, salute 'em or shoot 'em I'm sick like quarantine, go war machine once album is looping You niggas pupils, all of my students so tranquilo with scooching We spread out the villa in St.
Lucia while you scamming and boozing, fuck nigga The bitch was popular, followed her, bought her ice, she a swallower Matthew Henson on my mission, heart as cold as Antarctica
She don't fuck with Geminis, now all these hoes is astrologists Janky bitch, I wish that ass and titties came with a doctorate Or a master's, or a bachelor's, at least associate's, bitch Nigga with my dick, gotta kick these tricks that I associate with That's why I be ghosting that bitch, that's why I be ghosting these niggas
Ain't no more posts or tweets, you know how I'm approaching these niggas Shit don't rap without rapping, even they fans knew it They should let me bet on these niggas flopping on FanDuel Bitch, I built you up, it ain't shit to get you dismantled I'm five thousand degrees and you pussies can't hold a candle, bitch
If a man lets another man take care of him, he shouldn't be offended or get upset when that man treats him like a bitch.
Yeah, yeah, uh So why these niggas getting started with me?
'Bout to put these pussies in a box like that Barbie movie I fucked up my first few pack of rock, that shit was hardly moving Hit a lick, now I switch out my whips like the Saudis do it
Riding in my bucket, park the Benzy Bitch, I buy your mama house and put her out like DJ Envy Angela Yee to Charlotte McGee, y'all got some names on y'all It's
Mr.
Platinum, Ghost Rabbit, I put frames on walls I put frames on Vogues, blowing change on hoes Saw your ass at Yas Stones and kept it plain rose gold Niggas claim they moving weight, I know they name can't hold Staring down my barrel for the devil, claim your soul, fuck nigga I treat this shit like Mortal Kombat, two hundred to get your moms back Don't call police, bitch, or we gon' flip and send the thumbs back Mexico made a mil' and I ain't have to ship a crumb back Shit ain't fun when
Rabbit got the gun, ho, where the funds at?
Raised my generation, kicked game on a thousand albums I should go get me a flute and just disappear in the mountains
Tell the truth, I got the youth in the booth, I found the fountain Nigga been rapping like twenty years, I can go for another thousand or stop
Seven grams left, I should go for another thousand I'm an East scary nigga, food stamps and public housing I should go get me a flute and just disappear in the mountains, you bitch
English translation
James, you know, you lucky like that. Motherfucker can't throw a punch.
Be like -James.
-When you pick musicians to your band and performers, -do you prefer female musicians?
-First of all, they have to know how to carry the instrument.
You can tell when someone picks up an instrument if they're going to play it or -not.
-Ayo, still slamming, still 'bout it, still counting Feel like the only nigga rap cold as me, Andre 3000 Bitch, I raised a generation, kicked game on a thousand albums I should go get me a flute and just disappear in the mountains Like the black Bruce Wayne, Young Kane, the rabbit man begins Never late, no expiration date when it's 'bout revenge I got rich off rapping 'bout cracking shit, I ain't need spins Smacking shit with two naked actresses, bitch, take off the skins When you see 'em, salute 'em or shoot 'em I'm sick like quarantine, go war machine once album is looping You niggas pupils, all of my students so tranquilo with scooching We spread out the villa in St.
Lucia while you scamming and boozing, fuck nigga The bitch was popular, followed her, bought her ice, she a swallower Matthew Henson on my mission, heart as cold as Antarctica
She don't fuck with Geminis, now all these hoes is astrologists Janky bitch, I wish that ass and titties came with a doctorate Or a master's, or a bachelor's, at least associate's, bitch Nigga with my dick, gotta kick these tricks that I associate with That's why I be ghosting that bitch, that's why I be ghosting these niggas
Ain't no more posts or tweets, you know how I'm approaching these niggas Shit don't rap without rapping, even they fans knew it They should let me bet on these niggas flopping on FanDuel Bitch, I built you up, it ain't shit to get you dismantled I'm five thousand degrees and you pussies can't hold a candle, bitch
If a man lets another man take care of him, he shouldn't be offended or get upset when that man treats him like a bitch.
Yeah, yeah, uh So why these niggas getting started with me?
'Bout to put these pussies in a box like that Barbie movie I fucked up my first few pack of rock, that shit was hardly moving Hit a lick, now I switch out my whips like the Saudis do it
Riding in my bucket, park the Benzy Bitch, I buy your mama house and put her out like DJ Envy Angela Yee to Charlotte McGee, y'all got some names on y'all It's
Mr.
Platinum, Ghost Rabbit, I put frames on walls I put frames on Vogues, blowing change on hoes Saw your ass at Yas Stones and kept it plain rose gold Niggas claim they moving weight, I know they name can't hold Staring down my barrel for the devil, claim your soul, fuck nigga I treat this shit like Mortal Kombat, two hundred to get your moms back Don't call police, bitch, or we gon' flip and send the thumbs back Mexico made a mil' and I ain't have to ship a crumb back Shit ain't fun when
Rabbit got the gun, ho, where the funds at?
Raised my generation, kicked game on a thousand albums I should go get me a flute and just disappear in the mountains
Tell the truth, I got the youth in the booth, I found the fountain Nigga been rapping like twenty years, I can go for another thousand or stop
Seven grams left, I should go for another thousand I'm an East scary nigga, food stamps and public housing I should go get me a flute and just disappear in the mountains, you bitch