Straight Ballin’

[Intro]
Yeah, nigga
Yo, motherfuckers better know
G.I.'s finest in the motherfuckin' building
Midwest to do it
Ga–Gangsta Gibbs, nigga
Let's get it, a'ight
219, what up?
'Bout to let these motherfuckers know
Yeah, yo

[Verse 1]
I'm up before the sunrise, first they hit the block
Pocket full of weed, sellin' dimes at the bus stop
Learn to throw them thangs; give my skinny little ass [?]
And niggas laugh till the first mothefucker got blasted
I put the nigga in his casket, now they coverin' the bastard in plastic
I smoke a half-an-ounce a day, I stay burnin' the hay
Never knew that one day I'll be on the corner slangin' yay yay
Chased by the Five-O, fuck them hoes
In my city, man, it's all about survival
We gotta get up and get it, cook it, bag it and flip it
And we [?] if the pigs ever play us a visit
If you lookin' for that product, then I'm open for business
And I can get you what you need if yo [?] sufficient
They say: "How do you survive on the block tryna grind it?"
G.I. where the young niggas die, tell momma don't cry
Even when they kill me, they can never take the game from a real G
I'm straight ballin'

[Interlude]
Yeah, nigga, straight motherfuckin' ballin'
The industry, I don't have a motherfuckin' contract
It's Big Bizness, bitch, yeah, Gibbs
Y'all motherfuckers better get ready for this shit, nigga

[Verse 2]
My pockets stay on swole
I got a chicken every town that'll cook a meal for me, they ain't let me bust it down
When it come to my money, homie, I never fuck around
Silencer on my chopper, I can kill you without a sound
Dressin' down like a [?], but only on the block
Keep a Glock and my money in a knot, motherfuck the cops
I'm gettin' high, think I'll die if I don't get no [?]
I'm in the [?], but I'm ridin' like it's a Benz
I hit the strip and let my music [?]
Sippin' liquor and I'm lookin' for some hoes to fuck
I'm gettin' low on blow, I need to call my nigga Dealo
Cop another ounce, I wish it was a kilo
I need money in a major way, I'm 'bout to fuck yo bitch
I heard that hoe gettin' payed today, nigga
You other motherfuckers crawlin'
I got them thug-ass niggas from the G with me, we straight ballin'

[Outro]
Yeah, nigga, this what it is
Y'all motherfuckers [?] and get off a nigga dick, you know what I'm sayin'?
Get on yo motherfuckin' paper
Y'all motherfuckers is acting real emotional, acting like bitches, less than G's right now
We straight motherfuckin' ballin, you know what I'm sayin'?
Killin' it, nigga, 'bout this paper, like I said, you get yours
Damned if I don't, damned if you niggas do
Huh, you hatin' Freddie Gibbs, nigga, motherfuck you, nigga
Hahahaha, y'all niggas be really amazin' me, man, for real, man
You know what I'm sayin', diss records and shit, talkin' shit
Having bitches callin' the phone, hangin' up and shit
Breathin' on the phone, man, hahaha
Y'all niggas is bitches, man, for real, man
Like I said though, you know, you know what I'm sayin'?
Nah nah nah nah, but the shit that get me though in this motherfucker is, you know what I'm sayin'
The motherfuckers that rolled up on me when I was comin' out the G station or whatever
And pulled that shit, like, like
How the fuck can you not hit a motherfucker from five feet away?
Try again, buddy
Nigga still breathing, you know what I'm mean?
Hahahaha, y'all motherfuckers silly, man
Let off a couple [?] and ain't hit shit, man
Niggas go to the studio and get all in they raps
Sayin' who they hit and who they popped off and shit
Them niggas ain't doin' shit, man, it's Gibbs