Certified Live

I just poured up like four zips

One-double-O like four grips, gangster and you know this

Just took a Vegas trip, Caesar's Palace, stabbing your bitch

Finna go trick off your cheese, pissing off these police

I'm big dope drinking, make sure my eighty-four stinking

Haters can't contest, just K.Y.S., I suicide that Lincoln

Broad day, all day, crack rock in my hallway

I was sixteen serving sixteens off fifteen from Broadway

Hard yay, got a nigga thugging out that UGK tape

Niggas 'bout that shit and we hit our first lick, with a little deuce deuce and a tre eight

And bitch my pack just hit the mail, I'ma get that scale, I can't wait

Nigga for all this rap shit, these niggas plastic claim they Gs but they ain't

It's Gangsta Gibbs, bitch

Nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter, mane

Staying on my G and about my cheddar, mane

Rapper slash feet in the dope game

Certified live from the land of the gang bang

It's Rock

Eighty-seven cut, dog

Oh no, I ain't got Mercedes

Haters out there tryna take me

Pop the trunk or pop a crazy

Like a barber keeping them extra clippers

Drop 'bout eighty, I drive 'em crazy when I deliver

Mind your business we living life and just stacking riches

Picture me rolling on my phone, scrolling through pussy pictures

Pussy nigga, you in the way, so just step aside

You can't swim with these sharks, you drowning all in your pride

We moving with killers in broad day

It's a cold world, keeping them heaters on all day

All day, oh yeah we riding with them clappers

Cause them bitch-ass niggas praying on us heavy like some pastors

And them feds tryna have our phone tapped

Like some dirty-ass water out the faucet, out the trap

Jay Rock, Freddie Gibbs, 'bout to kill it, hide your feelings

If you show your hands then we gunning and you finished

[Hook x2: G-Wiz]