Lyrics Freddie Gibbs

Freddie Gibbs

The Diet

You should be only interested in those who put you on the G

You can hang out with the haters or you can hang out with me

Shawty tell 'em if you can't break it down from A to Z

Hey I'm on a little diet gotta stay hater free

You gotta go

Talking reckless, but I ate that thang for breakfast

And I’m ready keep on that ring left on my Nikes and my necklace

Ain't no hickies on this sticky, keeping shit secret when we sexing

Go to GI bout my BI rolling in the new 650 flexin

Talking about some top with the top down, what you talk?

Hot sex, champagne all night

You ain't 'bout that life, baby keep on walking

I sweat the weave out

Girl you know the play before we leave out

Cuddle up, double up take them to the suite

Finna show these hoes what this cheese about, Gangsta Gibbs

Maybe she will if she wanna

Maybe she do what she don't

Cause we be on the pimp shit

You gon get your bitch flip, I just wanna hit, get ghost

Shots to the head let's toast, twist up the flame

Pledge allegiance to the realest niggas getting it in this game

Serving things, made my motherfucking name

Gangsta Gibbs

Right back in her, and I ate that thang for dinner

And I Chi-town ride in the summertime, on the West Coast in the winter

Man, I fucking left her fiending, dog, it was so cold how I did her

And she hate my guts but she always gon' be right there when I hit her

Talking about some top on the top floor, what you talking

Hot sex, champagne all night

You about 'bout that life baby keep on walking

I fucks with white girls

Puerto Rican, Asian, I hope you like girls

Got a whole pound and broke some more down

You can get tore down tonight girl

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