Rick Ross - Gummo Freestyle lyrics

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Rick Ross - Gummo Freestyle lyrics

[Omelly:] I’m strapped, I’m slidin’ in the whip, in the Bentley with two sticks n***as squawking, lot of talking, I’ma park him on the strip I chase that bag, I stack that cash, I’m quick to take a n***a’s b**h That p**y good, her a** fat, I f** around and pay her rent OMG this AMG, b**h it’s MMG, squad Run down on them n***as, catch a body, slide Any these n***as play with Ross, they know that I’ma ride Screaming free Meek Milly, that’s my f**in’ slime Sixty on my wrist, sixty on my neck (lit) I keep it a bean twenty, you n***as in debt (sh**) n***as said they gon’ do me, ain’t finish me yet (nah) Next time I’m on, I’m leavin’ candles in front of the step [Rick Ross:] f** you n***as waitin’ on, who the f** you playin’ with? I was busy countin’ money, penthouse layin’ with a b**h n***as tried to k** me twice, voodoo may have made ’em miss All black but the j**elry bright, heard you live so scandalous I see you live a double life, p**y never on the list Show me what’s your body count, n***a where your courage at? I’m not in to suing n***as, maybe take another route Give me all them diamonds on you, snatch ’em out a baby’s mouth Hitters know me in the city, see you for the right amount Where the realest DJ’s at, for someone I might buy a house Summertime, lumber timer, two door, yeah that’s one of mine Dapper Don, Gucci talk, one of one, so hard to find p**y where my money at? smoke him like a hundred sack Shooters go the first round, sign him like a running back Is it that my flows hard or these n***as’ beats weak? As I get a bl**job, b**h I’m screamin’ free Meek Walk up in the dope spot, n***as give me free weed All that cappin’ in your captions make me wanna k** a b**h Hustlin’ and real estate, and I keep it militant b**hes must’ve thought I died, heard I’m still on life support Rims on every car of mine, f** you think I bought ’em for? DMX on IRS, really ain’t no time to rest Homicide investigatin’, name be in all kind of mess Hahaha, hahaha, studied like I’m Farrakhan b**h I’m in the 305, call it little Lebanon And I know you always slippin’, hit you and whoever on Caught him leavin’ top golf, time to knock his top off Sometimes I know times hard, but the Maybach top soft Calling plays like Brett Farve, double-M is not lost She see n***as pockets fat, while she bein’ forcefed Shawty think I’m gang banging ’cause my newest Porsche red [Koly P:] I heard they plottin’ on a murder That forty waistline, free Meek Mills and Bobby Shmurda n***as hatin’, so I went and bought a bracelet And bust down my Rollie, bought a store and made a statement Have you heard of me? came a long way from doin’ burglaries Last week I got shot and counted sixty after surgery Rap game messiah, every beat I spit that poetry Might give that ho some money, she can’t never have my loyalty ‘Bout a dollar, I’ma take the lead and watch ’em follow Thank God Lil Koly rappin’ ’cause he used to be a robber k**ed my n***a Nola, from the time, know I had that black Impala I’m really with the sh**s and hittin’ licks out with them choppers (I’m Koly P) [6ix9ine:] I’m on some rob a n***a sh**, take a n***a b**h Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that sh** hit Shout out… but I f**ed that n***a b**h n***as iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh Move milli’, all my n***as on fifty, uh Talk down, pew pew pew, you silly, uh Hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids Spinnin’ through ya block, like a pop shove-it Shoot at me I’m shootin’ back, I’m gettin’ buckets I ain’t wanna take his life, but n***a, f** it I’m on some rob a n***a sh**, take a n***a b**h Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that sh** hit Shout out… but I f**ed that n***a b**h