Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slammin' , by - Freddie Gibbs. Release date: 05.09.2013
Song language: English
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 |