Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Boss Rabbit, artist - Freddie Gibbs. Date of issue: 01.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Big Boss Rabbit |
| There's never any doubts in my mind |
| Because I'm the best in the world |
| Even though a lot of you don't like to hear that |
| I just, it's facts, I'm the best, you know what I mean? |
| I, sometimes, I don't wanna believe in myself |
| But it's the truth, I'm the best |
| And I'm just convinced, you know what I mean? |
| These fellas, how dare them challenge me |
| With their somewhat primiti-primitive skills |
| They're just as good as dead |
| Slammin', big MAC-11, back of the sevеn on some boss shit (Yeah) |
| I put that Presidеnt on my wrist and I got frostbit (Woo) |
| Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? |
| It's gon' cost you (Yeah) |
| Slow on that heroin, I don't sell them bitches too often (Ah) |
| Man, my jewelry like some laser beams (Bling) |
| Step out with your lady, shoot some babies on the Maybelline (Yeah) |
| And overdose the stroller, cut the co-co with the ketamine (Sh) |
| Dope and ibuprofen in my bowl, I got them recipes (Skrrt) |
| Boss shit, shoot it like Steph, I just hit the three and I wasn't even lookin' |
| Your favorite rapper just hit the stage, well, bitch, we 'bout to book 'em |
| Bitches in love with us, keep the pussy, I just keep it pushin' (Yeah) |
| My baby momma's knew the job was crooked before they took it (Bitch) |
| Kane Train reckless, bitch, we runnin' shit |
| Just touched down in the airport, Louis V backpack full of them hundreds, bitch (Yeah) |
| Cleaner than McQueen, ho, I'm a gangster, not no lover, bitch (Yeah-yeah) |
| Grammy afterparty bitch, we rock it like we won it, bitch (Yeah) |
| Boss shit, big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Yeah) |
| I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brr) |
| Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? |
| It's gon' cost you (Yeah) |
| CEO rabbit, young Freddie Kane, I'm on some boss shit (Yeah) |
| Big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Brrat) |
| I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brrat) |
| Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? |
| It's gon' cost you (Bitch) |
| Pull up to your funeral, man, shoot up your fuckin' coffin (Brrt) |
| I blow your house up with that hunnid drum (Yeah, yeah) |
| No Hot 100, I'm a hot boy with some murder ones (Yeah, yeah) |
| Cash money Kane, big number one Sunday, you my youngest son (Yeah, yeah) |
| See my first crackhead like that Bimmer back in '91 (Bitch) |
| And I been on the blaze since 2Pac was rockin' the Gumby fade (Yeah) |
| Fuckin' up my cup with this Activis like some lemonade |
| Bitches big B-L, if you violate, you're a renegade |
| Know trigger fingers, ain't have to type on your Twitter page (Yeah, yeah) |
| Freddie Krueger, P-90 Ruger, I'm keepin' on 'em (Yeah) |
| Niggas say they ain't losin' sleep, tell 'em, "I'm sleepin' on 'em" (Bitch) |
| Got heavy traffic, the neighbors might call the people on 'em (Yeah, yeah) |
| Surround your car with ARs, I put the reaper on 'em |
| Death wish, reach 'em with that automatic shotty, that's a death kiss |
| Niggas be pullin' through, so I aim above the neck, bitch |
| Fly with it on me, I got my blicky on the jet, bitch |
| Ready to set it off and I put that on the set, bitch (Yeah) |
| Boss shit, big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Yeah) |
| I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brr) |
| Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? |
| It's gon' cost you (Bitch) |
| CEO rabbit, young Freddie Kane, I'm on some boss shit (Yeah) |
| Big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Brrat) |
| I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brrat) |
| Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? |
| It's gon' cost you (Bitch) |
| Pull up to your funeral, man, shoot up your fuckin' coffin (Brrt) |
| Haha, nigga |
| Hahahahaha |
| Don't violate |
| I'm violent |