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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