[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, Kane, I'm living right now ni**a, (I don't sh*t)
Yeah yeah, I don't trust nobody ni**a
Yeah, almighty don't like nobody, okey? yeah (Yeah)
Duh, got so much ice in the face when I look at my watch man it's war time
Got so much pimp in my blood I ain't never gon' be on a hoe time
Cookin' dope with the AP wrist rocky it's blow time
(Artz, what's poppin' my G?)
(B-B-Bugy)
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Got that sh*t in my system, don't know if I'm ever gon' shake it
I got lust for this murder sh*t, pop out and burn that b*tch
Put on front page of the paper (Whoo)
Stackin' that sh*t since a youngin', I chop up a onion
I made my first pay on a pager (Whoo)
You could sell one or get done
If I could get the fu*k about beats with the fu*king [?] based (fu*king [?] based)
Dull ni**a flyin' b*tches to Mexico
Hoe was bougie, knock a b*tch off her pedestal
fu*k her friend and let her know you ain't special hoe (Yeah, yeah)
When I take a trip then I take an extra hoe (Yeah, yeah)
They was fu*kin', I was gone off an edible
You can keep your ni**a, I never question you (Whoo)
Buy my whole collection, you a collectible (Whoo)
Bust it open, let me see you get naked hoe (Whoo)
Body bangin', new pilates and stretches hoe
Pescatari, all the fish and the vegetables
Be his pussy while you pushin' that chedda, hoe
For the two more nights I'd like to refresh a hoe
She ain't fu*kin', su*kin' it, ain't no pressure hoe
With the number when I send you the check
Pimps get the most and you get the lesser ho (You get the lesser ho)
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watch, man, it's wartime (Wartime)
Got so much pimp in my blood I ain't never gon' be on a hoe time (Nah)
Cookin' dope with the AP wrist, rocky it's blow time (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Jackers got 'em for the package, he fumbled that brick at the goal line (Yeah, yeah)
Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watchman, it's wartime (Wartime)
Got so much pimp in my blood I ain't never gon' be on the whole time (Nah)
Cookin' dope with the AP wrist rocky it's blow time (Blow time)
Jackers got 'em for the package, he fumbled that brick at the goal line
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Got that sh*t in my system, don't think that I'm ever gon' shake it
Demons inside of me stressing me
Think I need therapy
Save me I'm 'bout to go crazy (Yeah)
I used to do 26 for the two-one, a split
Makin' ni**as go havin' a baby
Three baby mama, these b*tches can't keep me
I told em' that coca forever my lady (Forever my lady)
Every day I fu*k a new b*tch
Got the loyal Rap, R&B hoes
I just fu*k the Channel 7 News b*tches
Get a white b*tch selling white sh*t
Getting cougar pussy on a cruise ship
Holdin' hands, nah, we ain't cool, b*tch
TMZ put me on the news clip
Whippin' hard especially with the water
I'ma transport it took a few trips
ni**a I don't pillow talk around the hoe
She got loose pussy, she got loose lips
I've been whippin' hard especially with the water
I'ma transport it took a few trips
ni**a I don't pillow talk around the hoe
Will put you on the Channel 7 News b*tch
Yeah, yeah, bang
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watchman it's wartime (Wartime)
Got so much pimp in my blood I ain't never gon' be on a hoe time (Nah)
Cookin' dope with the AP wrist rocky it's blow time
Jackers got 'em for the package, he fumbled that brick at the goal line(Yeah, yeah)
Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watchman it's wartime (Wartime)
Got so much pimp in my blood I ain't never gon' be on the whole time (Nah)
Cookin' dope with the AP wrist rocky it's blow time (Blow time)
Jackers got 'em for the package, he fumbled that brick at the goal line
[Outro]
b*tch, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Shut the fu*k up b*tch