Lyrics Freddie Gibbs

Freddie Gibbs

On Me

Rollin, pockets on bruise bruise by Louken

Coming from colors like fruit loops remove goose

Hoes right behind me in 2 groups they too loose

Balling on me running through niggas bitches that shoot loops cruise

Not even magic blue or Shaq feet

Back like the bitch ran track ass like athletes

Quite up in the peace so wait on that pass me

Finally got that ass bitch, striptease be last week

I guess I got the dick so I make the rules

When they let the mothernigga play the rules

Strapped up motherfucker better play cool

Even H57 that's my favorite tune

I'm a fool dog ass nigga

So go play with your kids I'm a grown ass nigga bitch

I'm a fool dog ass nigga

So go play with your kids I'm a grown ass nigga bitch

It's all on me I put it on me

Until the day I die fuck hoes smoke tree

We bustin up the yak you and rollin OG

Got bottles under table the tab they 4G

And I put it on me, me, me

I put it on me, me, me

Said It's all on me, me, me

I put it on me, me, me

Said I put it on me

Compton California that's where I'm from

Fuck your girl pussy until it's numb

Do my damn thing and I shake like I'm pimpin

Fake a state hate long as real niggas recognize

I'm good, yeah yeah I'm good

Taking care of my day ones and feeding on my wolf

2 3 6 fives ago I was live you know

Yeah I got off more tree than woods

Nigga it's the real, ace of spades a deal

It ain't what you say it's how you say what you feel

I do it from the chest I reek of success

You ain't seen a nigga this cold out the West in a long time

Boy say you wanna problem it's a long line

Super hot boy push a cold line

Shawty starring at a gold mine

I'm on now, showtime

We smoking OG

I meet up with my nigga

We chopping the whole key

I slap it on a fire he slap it on a G

But yo that's still my folks be close since '93

Money over bitches running with my niggas

Hooting with the squad the robbers and dope dealers

Without these permissions I'm German the cold killers

Open on the streets don't got mercy on broke niggas

I'm thugging to the east bay and my nigga jack of 7

I'm on the freeway I need another pack of that

You know how beef lay hit a lick flip the zippers

I told the girl I'm just the type of nigga

Got my killer from the east bay

Hit the lay I got some weight to the 8th tray

You broke it down I hit my money at the next day

Hit a liquor flip the zippers

Told my girl I'm just the type of nigga

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