Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Str8 Slammin', artist - Freddie Gibbs. Album song Cold Day In Hell, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ESGN
Song language: English
Str8 Slammin' |
Can you picture a nigga out here clocking cash and |
Pulling stick ups, I guess I had to Glock and mask it |
Nine zippers, let’s bust that open, cut and bag it |
Water whipper, I’m in the kitchen Str8 Slammin' |
Thug niggas, and drug dealers, that’s all I hang with |
Puffing Swishers, and fucking hoes, we on the same shit |
In the kitchen, gon' whip my way up to a mansion |
Eight figures, that’s what I call Str8 Slammin |
G.I. |
thuggin |
Yes picture this Midwest nigga rollin' |
Hardrock hustling |
Bitches stick to the dick cuz you know a nigga holding |
Living on some pimp shit |
I’mma let y’all chase hoes, I’mma get chosen |
Keep a bitch dick whipped |
Got a whole lotta broads that’ll bust that open |
Fresh up off a straight dope stain |
I know my clothes still smell like cocaine |
The real niggas understand |
I ain’t trying to be the man |
If you put it in my hands, it’ll go mayne |
I keep a whole thing or better pushed to the side |
Got like 32 bells of bubba kush in the ride |
If you wanna get high, all drugs I provide |
Getting my thug on where I reside |
Nigga been bust at, still I survive |
Push packs and I live to tell it in my raps |
Lost a couple homies, I can never get em back |
Life got me stressed, so I’m twisting up a sack |
I’m street certified, nigga -- check my stats |
Back up to the wall cause I’m coming up to bat |
And these little niggas said they got racks on racks |
So the stick up man had to put the tax on the tax |
Got damn |
Fuck what I’m worth |
Still out here on the grind |
Trying to stack racks |
Racks on racks, never caught slipping |
Nigga get wrong, it’s a toe tag |
Fucks with the hood |
Still eat good |
Hanging with the killers with the black masks |
They will kidnap your wife and kids |
You niggas don’t want that |
Do what we gotta do to make it |
Hope them jackers won’t take it |
If a nigga violate me I heard my young nigga’s gon erase em |
I don’t fight over no bitches but I kill for bread |
And I don’t hang out with no niggas that sleep with Feds |
Ride down on your block with that chopper, let that bitch go |
If you try to open shop up, that shit closed |
Money and the power |
What we hustle for? |
We already run ya house, ain’t no kicking doors |