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[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]

Uh

Yeah

Gangsta Gibbs, Gangsta Gibbs, Gangsta Gibbs

Gangsta Gibbs

Uh, yeah, Gangsta Gibbs

Uh, yeah, bitch, Gangsta Gibbs

Uh, yeah, for sure, yeah

[Chorus: YB]

With a mic, bitch, and I'm nice, bitch

Six rings, yeah, I'm on that Mike shit

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

With a mic, bitch, and I'm nice, bitch

Six rings, yeah, I'm on that Mike shit

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]

On the mic, bitch, and I’m nice, bitch

Six rings, yeah, I’m on that Mike shit

Straight thug, nigga, most of my life spent

Was on the black top working that white, bitch

Shit, it was just five hundred for the zip then

Got a plug and my homeboy chipped in

I was cuttin' seventeen when I bagged up

Pyrex, work your motherfuckin' wrist in

Too turnt up to be turnt down

That's why the kush forest get burnt down

I got a muddy cup of that Texas dope and that good smoke from that Oaktown

Bitch, hundred pounds of the goods, what it cost?

Hit 'em with the ski mask, they get lost

I don't trick on these hoes, but I will pay your broke bitch to back up off me

Drop them drawers, ho, fuck all that talking

House on my neck, I call that balling

True shit, it ain't shit like a new bitch, my old hoes, I don't call that often

Drop them drawers, ho, fuck all that talking

House on my neck, I call that balling

True shit, it ain't shit like a new bitch

Old hoes, I don't call that often

[Chorus: YB]

With a mic, bitch, and I'm nice, bitch

Six rings, yeah, I'm on that Mike shit

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

With a mic, bitch, and I'm nice, bitch

Six rings, yeah, I'm on that Mike shit

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]

Uh, I hit her two weeks ago (For sure)

Got head in the Jeep before (For sure)

Straight bop with that sloppy top (Uh-huh), man, this bitch was a freaky ho (For sure)

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke (Uh-huh)

Hurry up, let me beat it, though (Uh-huh)

When she ask me to eat it (Uh-huh)

I told her, take it or leave it, ho

'Cause this pimping shit in my bones (Uh)

Million cash on my mind, bitch

Snowflakes on that stove, dope fiends on my line, bitch (For sure)

Straight hand to hand

East side, on my land, I'm the man

Learned how to chef up them cookies, gotta let 'em to dry by the fan

We keep that chopped up in plastic (Yeah)

Gotta find a new place to stash it

Once I ran through my pack, hit the club, balled out like a draft pick

Keep that chopped up in plastic

Gotta find a new place to stash it

Once I ran through my pack

Hit the club, balled out like a draft pick

[Chorus: YB]

With a mic, bitch, and I'm nice, bitch

Six rings, yeah, I'm on that Mike shit

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

With a mic, bitch, and I'm nice, bitch

Six rings, yeah, I'm on that Mike shit

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

But I hit her two weeks ago

Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke

[Outro: Big Time Watts]

Hey, man, I'ma tell you somethin', motherfucker

You want beef with me?

Motherfucker, you don't want no beef with me, b— baby, I'm your motherfuckin' uncle

Man, you lil' bitch-made motherfucker

I raised your lil' bitch ass, nigga, you don't want no beef with me

I'm telling you

I'm Big Time motherfuckin' Watts

I'll meet your bitch ass outside right now, bitch

I raised your lil' punk ass

I'll meet you outside right now, bitch

You and your goons

On 14th at the park

Now, you wanna do it?

You wanna do it with me, bitch?

I'll meet your bitch ass outside— I raised your bitch ass

You lil' punk

Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, let's talk

Let's talk now, bitch

I'll get your motherfuckin' ass fucked up runnin' around out here

You know, I got— I got pistols too

Now how you wanna roll?

You wanna roll hard or you wanna roll soft, bitch?

Nah, punk, lil' punk-ass motherfucker

Don't call me talkin' that bullshit

Well, I'll meet you at the park right now

You lil' bitch, I'll call me and my brothers

And I'll best you

Who gon' run now?

Your asses, you punk

Motherfucker, I raised you like a puppy, baby

No, don't come here like that, man

I will fuck your ass up

Punk-ass nigga, I don't give a fuck who you is

Freddie Gibbs

Man, I raised your bitch— You a bitch, B

Now, come on down, you and your boys

I'll, I'll have my boys right now

'Cause who gon' win?

You lil' bitch

Don't call me— Don't call me with that bullshit