Freddie Gibbs - What It Be Like lyrics

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Freddie Gibbs - What It Be Like lyrics

You can take it how you wanna take it homie Yea you hear the record spinnin' So you know I'm gettin' money Got a spot, can't another n***a come and take it from me Now you wanna sideline, f**ked up, lookin' funny And I'm flossin' in the 68' oldsmols Subtract another booty, blowin' fruity with yo' hoes You wanna be like me but you making that no flow I got some dealers that'll hit you up for that rose gold I'm fresh up outta Indiana n***a Gary to be exact Got my ticket with this rappin' through Gary up on my back I'm in business with them n***a that keep a clip in the gat Knees on the lac Catch you in the kitchen whippin the crack I'm a come up on some swishas and twist up anotha sack Got your girl leavin with her, she wonderin' where she at What she said up in the Jag, if she let a n***a stab But if not I put that b**ch in the cab I'll see ya later babe All my thug a** n***a, what it be like All my down a** hoes, what it be like No I don't f**k around ho, what it be like You know I bust down ho, what it be like All my East coast n***a, what it be like All my West coast n***a, what it be like All my dirty South n***a, what it be like All my Midwest n***a, what it be like Say n***a what it be like Wanna go to war with me you better get your G's right I'm a bout to show 'em what these G.I. streets like Broad day to midnight Better keep your heat tight 2: 11 1-8-7 semi-automatic weapon Make a n***a get to steppin' I don't care what set he reppin' Bustin' in my own discretion Bout to teach that a** a lesson I be getting threatened by these lame brain n***as But I never sweat 'em Real n***as show me love in the hood I ain't never got problems cause I got plugs in the hood You might see me politickin' with them thugs in the hood That's the type of sh*t I does in the hood Middle-finger to you b**ch a** n***as Dog a** hoes Y'all can keep on hatin' and thinkin' we gettin dough The G's at my show They rush the front row Throw they sets in the air Let a mothaf**ka know All my Vice Lord n***a, what it be like All my G.D. n***a, what it be like All my Black Stone n***a, what it be like All my Renegade n***a, what it be like All my Latin King n***a, what it be like All my Crip gang n***a, what it C like All my Blood gang n***a, what it B like We all the same gang n***a, what it be like