Lyrics Freddie Gibbs

Freddie Gibbs

Dope In My Styrofoam

Say, bitch don't get too comfortable

Say, bitch don't get too comfortable

Bitch, don't get too comfortable

Never let a bitch get too comfortable

Bitch don't get too comfortable

It's mister ho-breaker, dope slanger, dope drinker

Straight hopped up out the coupe, high off that juice, I'm no stranger to this

Getting lit, getting blowed, dipped in gold

Bulls just beat the Lakers in Staples Center 'Bout to go too deep, I ain't fucked her in like two weeks, feel like two months

And ripping pineapple fanta, fired up two blunts

And this cloud of kush I blow set off the smoke alarm

Fuck it, hash nuggets, Gangsta Gibbs, what you smoking on?

Amber wax and anthrax, bitch I keep a Xan pack

Drop one down in my styrofoam, too high, nowhere to land at

Amber wax and anthrax, bitch I stuff them grams fat

Kick dope down on the floor, and that dope check I'm about to cash that

Said I'm just rolling with the homies, dope in my styrofoam, man

Said I'm just smoking with the homies, roll up another song, man

Just scooped my blood bitch in a blue brougham

Leather feel so soft, these hoes like riding with no shoes on

Pineapple and purple the potion, I'm on that candy sip

All I do is player shit, 100% Versace, bitch

One more nigga on the run with the yellow

Ho fine as fuck, from De Janeiro, but she play with her nose though

And I ain't mad at her, because I stay with my medicine

Self-inflicted sticky weed and codeine in my beverage

Pour up on that ice, hit the lights, on some moody shit

Bitches, dope, and dollars on some Tarantino movie shit

Other people's pussy, still keep a whole lot of it

Gold pack in my wallet, with about a seventh of dope in my pocket

Getting blowed

Like when you feeling good, cause bitch I feel so right

Like moving out my body, purple paint and fanta got me tight

I introduce you to my life, come take a look inside

Bitch, wipe your feet and wipe me down, bitch we don't play around

I'm How you stay focused and function, bitch we gon' blaze a pound

So when the last time you heard that, yeah we really made for this

So go and send the word back

Right about now, time to tally up a staple

Got them ready, willing, able

Molly-popping, make 'em get down on the floor with the business

And they live for the getting it

Player, out here with it, and that's me

The real player with a G