Death Row

[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 fucked off When they sent the po-po to my door but y'all was ducked off Fuckin' up a plate of sushi wontons with the duck sauce Sent the pack of doggy to Milwaukee, fuckin' Bucks soft Pick your phone up, I just touched down with the bow wow 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 fuck me now Fuck me now, busy button down, bust it down Fuck the ones, throw some hundreds down Hundred pack, fifty pack, shippin' twenty piece Chicken bucket, chicken nugget, bitch I feed the streets Chopper block, mix that dope up with that Fetty Wap (1738) Watch it drop, bitch I started sellin' ready rock, fuck a pot You don't make a G a day you can't sit in the spot Ho keep lookin' at me, you gon' suck 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 pussy in the studio like Death Row, Death Row Chopper give a nigga Death Row, Death Row Fuck 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 Death Row [Verse 2: 03 Greedo] Cruisin' through the city in my oh-eighteen (skrrt) Sendin' the bitches, 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' shit Brrrt my ad-lib, Drummer Gang, we generous We gon' give your ass the blues 'cause we ain't never givin' shit Everybody generals 'cause everybody militant Drummer Gang the Army, the Navy, we killin' shit, 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 pussy in the studio like Death Row, Death Row Chopper give a nigga Death Row, Death Row Fuck 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 Death Row