Freddie Gibbs - On some G sh** lyrics

(Chorus) On some G sh**, On some on some G sh** x8 (G-Wiz) I'm on my A, B, C, G anybody can get it We gonna make a phone call, get em all gone Put the little homies on, n***a good riddance Give a f** bout no law Dope attire, Dope in draws Run around with a [?] but take it like a cowboy midwest outlaw Pissy projects hall dwellers All my closest homies felons, racketeerers, money launder matters k**ers, Two-Elevens Thug digits, Drug bodies, Drug users, Drug sellers I might k** you for christmas my full clip got new suppressors Hit my closest homie baby mama house and drop a G She ain't hurting, that's for certain but I know my n***a do the same for me Hit the table top, turn shoes on the other feet One minute you up, the next you down Make a n***a wanna down, who down for me I'm on some G sh** (Chorus) On some G sh**, On some on some G sh** x8 (Freddie Gibbs) I'm on some G sh** Stand on your feet b**h n***a ten toes down of keys of powder on the street b**h No n***a gotta eat b**h Seven days of the week b**h Working on my 25th hour Clothes smell like fresh Uncle powder Want the power, get the cash Make them murders, take a bath Ain't got weight, got no cake Hoes ain't letting you hit that a** Brothers ain't sh**, Brother's ain't hitting it Get a little cat, then i'm going to hit it Silver Lac, foreign jesus Rolling up fat, smoking on kisha I just fed a 100 families with the papers they reported Shot a movie in my hood, the punk polices tried to spoil it Whatchyou know bout flushing seven books of work right down the toilet Never knew the hoes was looking, pot still cooking Keep it boiling I'm on some G sh** (Chorus)