Lyrics Freddie Gibbs

Freddie Gibbs

Tell A Friend

Thug nigga til the end tell a friend bitch

Won't change for no paper plus I been rich

Yeah, shout out to the East New York

I've been on my grind, but the dope price is so high

Put my brother through college off this ski mask shit

Told him while he was in class I'm with smokers lighting up glass dicks

My white girl in the 'burbs she like to shoot up

Escaping the perfect life in the apparent way she grew up

I thought that our only mission on earth was getting our loot up

But in the pursuit of happiness parasites could pollute us

Hard times part time jobs can't pay my

Gas bill light bill niggas wanna take mine

Life in the streets over gold and chrome feet

Police looking but I'm cooking ducking bullets all week

Got a freak I bag my dope at her apartment

Fight and got hot cause her baby daddy like to start shit

Knowing the whips get spray Mac-11, AK

I'm spittin on your grave 'cause my grand mama raised a thug nigga, bitch

Thug nigga til the end tell a friend bitch

Won't change for no paper plus I been rich

Lord forgive em, he got them dark forces in em

Front lawn got Porsches parked in it

On it rimmed it up, this is the business of owners

Lifers, loners, rolling cones on the cover of the rolling stone good morning

Toke up as soon as we woke up, kurb check my low rider

And I spring my spokes up so I'm in the leisure so folk

Sixty lexes on the set of loafers

Smashing all them cockroaches on the corner

Stomp a mud hole in the big bitch look at me kodak moment

Smoking one for Pimp C send Bun B a tweet

Telling me and Gangsta Gibbs will be in Texas next week

Tell a man with the plants bring a bag to the suite

I got a plan to get this cash homes this nigga be sweet

Got a cam in my motor then ran niggas over

To get to that paper I'm sure you friends done told you