Freddie Gibbs - b**hes, Dope and Dollers lyrics

[Intro:] Do you wanna ride? I can't hear ya? I said do you wanna ride? [Chorus 1:][x2] When I take that final sleep I pray my maker carry me Take my fame and pull it free b**h n***a to bury me Was a bigger man But they make me out of cavity Product of my hood Imma naturally do it for them [Verse 1:] b**hes, dope and dollaz Rag top dropping bottles Strap on the lap we mobbin' Anything move we robbin Try me I be ready for the doorway Third degree Some how doa silence me Cadillac inside burgundy Swerving to the beats like surgery Everytime I hear the streets My ears be listening while the talking Scheming, plotting, scoping Wonder what I roll in, who I roll with When I'm riding out Fully having n***as start hiding out Till the block hit Too hot to cool off But in my mind I'm a young grinding soldier Frontlining in my motherf**ing shoes off My birthplace's the worst place In Texas my first case I'm paranoid and I'm fully [?] And I'm saying thanks to my hittas say Hurry up n***a no time to waste Ski mask on my face Call them hoes hanging at barrio And tell em let's go get this cake All my life I ain't had sh** Man, full of bad sh** Once upon a time I was a child Now I'm a savage Society live and sue a n***a state with the 2-2-3 Do it for the block Do it for the hood Do it for the city I do it so f**ing G, n***a [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2:] b**hes, dope and dollaz [x8] [Verse 2:] East Side G.I Ain't got a damn thing to do but get high And I keep that famous steel on my lap I gotta ride for the k** Gotta get by Gotta roll for dope Gotta maintain Get to the West Coast n***a same thing n***a gotta be down Ride or die Bout it bout it man I do it for the Dollars and dope b**hes, Benzes and Bimmers Dese 90 containers of c**aine Sipping [?] by the liters That n***a who you believe in We black and underachieving Told momma I need some money She said I'm in need of Jesus Know what These streets so dough up Got a pump in the trunk with a roll up Gotta dough but I gotta get more up Hold some n***a down for a hold up What's up What's up with the ski mask Motherf**er don't sh** where you sleep at Get the dope and the money but you keep that For the one n***a you don't wanna see that These n***as got me so trigga happy And I'm so caught up in this game And i can't do sh** about it And these n***as betta know before I go Imma get what I get up out it f** n***a I dunno what you bout But b**h I been about it I'm bout them b**hes, dope and dollaz [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2]