Freddie Gibbs - BFK lyrics

[Hook: x2] East side n***as stay bout it West side n***as stay bout it North side n***as stay bout it South side n***as stay bout it bout it [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] G.I. n***as stay bout it Take a n***a life don't doubt it Church and the liquor store crowded 911 is a joke don't dial it We ain't really trippin' when the money stay pilin' Money comin slow then mothaf**as get violent I just want a crib and a coupe low mileage Gon' hustle dope with a yellow bone stallion So high, and n***as wanna know why I, ride With semi automatic by my, side Cause I got n***as comin at my, head But I won't let them b**hes stop my, bread A mothaf**a wanna show my, dough I hit him twice with the black fo-fo The witness, courtroom don't, show And what a n***a don't know, won't, go 'Dro hoes in the dope game major On the front page magazine, no label Industry don't want 'em cause the n***as too gangsta Probably never heard em on ya radio station Way too thug for these mothaf**in' raps Rap way better then ya neighbourhood trap Man came down on the uppity b**h I be f**in' the b**h, let my n***as smash right after Dope in the kitchen gotta get it stretchin' n whippin' Know some n***as that slippin, we can hit a lick if you with it Then I ship it to Liver, I ain't took a trip in a minute Now I'm in the position, I can give it to my lieutenant Need a mothaf**a robbed I'm the n***a for the job Peace to the Slam and the 5-Trey Mob What you know about that life in the mask Them Gary, Indiana n***as gift wrap the casket, how you love that? [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Yea, I ain't got time for these b**hes Ain't gotta dime for these b**hes Breakin' it down for 3 b**hes Duffle stuffed with 3 6's Heat under the pillow, I sleep with' my Mrs And I'm havin' dreams that's bigger than 6 digits Nickels while I rest, possessed to whip chickens Livin' though you addicted, to hit the next shipment So high, and n***as wanna know why I, ride With semi automatic by my, side I need a n***a that's fosho gon' bust And really I'm the only n***a I, trust And really I'm the only n***a that, cold New shoes, cadillac on, fo's Shine for the dimes and the rat, hoes Check a pack, write a rap, crack, sold And my trunk leave cracks in the pavement Chevy only carry heavy weight, gon' save 'em Just another victim of the game, can you blame 'em And he stay paid, can't a lame n***a fade 'em And most of you n***as in the rap game dick blowers But at the end of the day, don't get sh** for it But me and mine's gotta eat, so I'm beatin' up the street Dinner time, man, I gotta hit a lick for it Send 'em to God, tryna rob the godfather And if you scared of catchin' a murder then why bother I'm peelin' off a knock for pots of hot water n***as wrote me off and it made me grind harder Peace to the East, n***a peace to the chief Got a slug for the judge, bringin' heat for police And a book full of sins that I read when I sleep Then I wake up 'n I put 'em on a beat, how you love that? [Hook x4]