Tim Westwood Crib Session Freestyle

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]

I'm a cold motherfucker with the shit

Dump a ice bucket on my wrist

She ain't fuckin' I ain't fuckin' with the bitch

I remember when I used to hit the cluckers with the whip

4 a.m. I got a kitchen full of customers and shit

Got 'em beamin' up the scotty

Freddie bout to throw a powder party

Forgiatos on that four-door Maserati

Got that Cutlass 442

It sound like Nascar when you start it

Bitch don't play I pull that trigger like Carmelo at the garden

What you know about it?

Robbin' for the powder

100 in the trunk I bet you all them bitches solid

7 Series BM, I got all these bitches flockin'

Plan to get this shit legit I know the county's gonna be watchin'

Bumpin' 40 with my 40. caliber I'm on my J.O

And I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo for my mayo

But fuck it though, my youngin' threw some stacks out on the table

Said that birdie thang' could go for 40 tre but that's o.k. though

Let my tombstone quote

Motherfuck bein' broke

So bury me with 20, 30 k and somethin' to smoke

Tell em' fuck a eulogy just read some gutter shit I wrote

Pour some henny on the corner, roll a blunt and make a toast

To a real nigga, Trill nigga'

Still thuggin' in the field with ya'

My little niggas they be up and skippin' class in the mornin'

Kush pack blowin'

Gonna smoke him and his homie, bought em' all a pair of Jordan's

And I'm living like a Eastside Rider, Straight grinder

I know niggas with the 5 pack of white china

And it's hard to do the rappin', leave this life behind ya'

When i'm countin' up 100 k on my recliner

Lazy-boy, Praise this boy

Gary street's couldn't plague this boy

Made this boy

Do some cold things for a dollar

Take a nigga' for ransom, He in the trunk of my Impala

For the blocka blocka

All my noggas chillin' in the 6

Bumpin' that Cali Ice Bucket Challenge on my wrist

Young and black in the U.S. it's a challenge to exist

Stove a thousand degrees, I'ma graduate to a brick

I be gradually gettin' chips

All my smokers coppin' the pack of that package

If you can move it I give you points on the pack, nigga'

Gangsta Gibbs baby ahaha

Westwood we in this thang' mayne'!