Freddie Gibbs - Keep It Gangsta lyrics

(The Worlds Freshest you b**h) Uh, yeah, fa sho Uh, yeah, uh Uh, uhh, yeah I hit ya b**h with my Nikes on Take off my j**ellery and beat it up with the lights on Say Gibbs getting sloppy on the bay bridge By a Phillipino part Jamaican b**h Headed to the trap house Looking for that pack now See me in the trenches even though my shows packed out n***a made a living off this gangsta sh** i rap bout Motherf** every single police and what they ask bout Shoutout to my n***as in the FED The county to state My n***as said when i come home Fred i'm gon buy me some weight Sit at the table with the mob i bet i have me a plate Just keep it gangsta mane and then we'll be straight It's real sh** baby, uh, yeah Just keep it gangsta mane and i'mma be straight It's real sh** baby, uh, yeah Yeah, uhh I need another pack of that Make em run it for a hunnid, is you backin that Know every ?? cause his old lady i was ?? that It's Makaveli status, I just smashed it you can have it It ain't no cabbage for a ratchet b**h that askes Automatic, blow it back out in her ?? I can backseat Cadillac it, yeah p**y stamps on my pa**port Foreign and naked man What more could a n***a ask for, my god If she don't gotta speaka no english I gotta million different ways that i can get in between it They say them ghetto motherf**ers like to love it and leave it b**hes on top of b**hes, you should have seen it Better believe it, b**h Just keep it gangsta mane and i'mma be straight It's real sh** baby, uh, yeah