Freddie Gibbs - d**h Row lyrics

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, Kane season Twinkle on the beat, yeah Twinkle on the beat, yeah Whoa Kenny Yeah yeah yeah [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Smoking with a package then the package get you f**ed off When they sent the po-po to my door but y'all was ducked off f**in' up a plate of sushi wontons with the duck sauce Sent the pack of doggy to me, walkin' f**in' buff soft Pick your phone up, I just touched down with the bow bow Pick your phone up, I just touched down with the puppy chow Puttin' zones up, got a brick, I'm 'bout to bust it down, pick your phone up Bet that rat ho wanna f** me now, f** me now Busy bu*ton down, bust it down f** the month, throw some hundreds down Hundred pack, fifty pack, shippin' twenty piece Chicken bucket, chicken nugget, b**h I feed the streets Chopper block, mix that dope up with that fetty (1738) Watch it drop, b**h I started sellin' ready rock, f** a pot You don't make a G a day you can't sit in the spot Ho keep lookin' at me, you gon' s** this dick or not? [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] Take a bag, bust a lick, and run a check ho, a check ho Bet them VV's in my neck glow I just might go throw a Rollie on my next ho Beat the p**y in the studio like d**h Row, d**h Row Chopper give a n***a d**h Row, d**h Row f** a rookie, need a vet ho I just might go throw a Rollie on my next ho Hundred kilos in my trunk, I might get d**h Row [Verse 2: 03 Greedo] Cruisin' through the city in my oh-eighteen (skrrt) Sendin' the b**hes, servin' the fiends (ooh) Ridin' through the street, just caught a lick (yeah) Take that flip and I caught my first brick (ayy) I'm a Baby Loc cri-ni-nip, role model ni-ni-nip I ain't got the swag and got the sauce, I got the dri-ni-nip I can do a feature, do a show, and hit the dealership Ask Channel 7, people say I'm really dealin' sh** Brrrt my ad-lib, Drummer Gang, we generous We gon' give your a** the blues 'cause we ain't never givin' sh** Everybody generals 'cause everybody militant Drummer Gang the Army, the Navy, we k**in' sh**, ooh [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] Take a bag, bust a lick, and run a check ho, a check ho Bet them VV's in my neck glow I just might go throw a Rollie on my next ho Beat the p**y in the studio like d**h Row, d**h Row Chopper give a n***a d**h Row, d**h Row f** a rookie, need a vet ho I just might go throw a Rollie on my next ho Hundred kilos in my trunk, I might get d**h Row