歌手:Freddie Gibbs
专辑:《Shadow of a Doubt》

Yeah, *****
You know I pull up in a "What the ***** is that?"
You know when the doors don’t go up
They just swing to the side a little bit
J hop up on top, ***** these *****es man, *******t’s crazy
Fargo…
New Givenchy coat it's like we’re selling ****
Since I started pimping I don’t sell no more
I got *****es down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0
So I ain’t got no time to sit and talk 'bout so and so
My whip color look like Rihanna
And all my *****es love designer
We flip diego like Quintana
That’s why this new Givenchy coat look like I’m sellin’ ****
I wake up to twist up that kush in the morning, throw on my rollie
Check my phone, I got a call from my homie, he need that OG
Gangsta G, I run a mob like I’m Tony, I sell that Tony
Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s, them my lil whoadies
Trap my **** spot, my OG used to call me, bag up that doggie
She can’t ***** I drop that ***** on the corner, yeah ***** I’m balling
Police hit your *******t then ***** you don’t know me, no we ain’t homies
Just got all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s, them my lil whoadies yeah
New Givenchy coat it's like we’re selling ****
Since I started pimping I don’t sell no more
I got *****es down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0
So I ain’t got no time to sit and talk 'bout so and so
My whip color look like Rihanna
And all my *****es love designer
We flip diego like Quintana
That’s why this new Givenchy coat look like I’m sellin’ ****
Riding in my Rental, got a Rover in my pocket though
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
Chopper on my lap I’m blowing gas, hit a Texaco
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
Just put all my *****es off in a foreign, them my lil whoadies
I just whipped that brick that ***** driving for me, that ***** my roadie
Police hit my *******t the charge was baloney, bailed out that morning
Gangsta G, I run the mob like I’m Tony, now sell that Tony
Slap them ass on, got my hands on the kilo, I sell the nino
Straight casino, ***** I'm the Tarantino, chop up an eagle
I wake up and whip that **** in the morning, threw on my rollie
Just get all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s, them my lil whoadies
Givenchy coat it's like we’re selling ****
Sister pimping I don’t sell them hoes
I got *****es down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0
So I ain’t got no time to sit and talk about so and so
My whip color looks like Rihanna
And all my *****es love designer
We flip diego like Quintana
That’s why this new Givenchy coat look like I’m sellin’ ****
Riding in my Rental got a Rover in my pocket though
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
Chopper on my lap I’m blowing gas, hit a Texaco
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico
'Bout to take a trip to Mexico
To Mexico
Think they give a ***** what you’re thinking
***** themselves
I’m god and ***** you’re not