Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist - All Glass lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist - All Glass lyrics]
Yeah, yeah
Steppin' on this shit, slidin’ on that shit
Praise the Lord, baby
Yeah, money in the church pot
Your nephew work for me
Got bundles in his church socks
Big bunny rabbit, I drop a package
My youngins down to slide
Shot up your Escalade, I bought 'em all
Playstation 5
They hold you for three days if you
A suspect for a recent murder
You get released if they don't find
A witness or the burner
Guess that’s why Chapo dug the tunnel
And smoked all the workers
Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō
My coca do the Tina Turner kyrie Irving
Uncle Fred had his strap to the head
Better get that boy to the
Doctor before them bullets thread
Hit that nigga twice, he was leakin'
But is he dead or not?
Followed him to the hospital
Shoot it out in the parking lot
My nuts dropped
First I got money and then the power
Thinks I'm in this shit
Like Burberry shirts at baby showers
Shot these kids on her face
Give yo' wifey a baby shower
East side is the army, go get
You a navy tower, what's up, bitch?
'Caine train, nigga, I'ma keep
This shit movin', fuck it
’Caine, let’s go (Haha, yo)
Yeezy's on
But I ain’t never seen a Sunday service
They dealin' with some Afghani
Gangsters made a purchase
Don't do no crimes with no rappers, nigga
You know the verdict
They shot up Troy Maserati
I know that nigga nervous
Bitch, I got the shit they hit Rickey with
Keep it in the ride
Drop a forty-two seven-fifty
On automatic drive
Bitches had to get checked
They neglect to respect a nigga mind
Treat a ho like André 3000
Ain't fuck with Caroline
An undercover Saturday lover, Alex O’Neal
I keep a chicken cluckin', dope
Fiend fiendin', fuck it, my wheels on
A nigga from the G'
With a foreign automobile
And county sheriffs and the feds wanna
Put me under the jail
Had to back away from the scale
These snakes movin' in tall grass
Ball 'til I fall
Never pass the ball with my bald ass
Aaron Hall fuckin' these hoes
Don't need no hall pass
Straight drop right on the table
And it was all glass (All glass)
Hahaha, yeah, nigga
Straight drop right on the table
It was all glass, walked away
Uh you got one part of that wrong
This (This) is not meth (Is not meth)
Steppin' on this shit, slidin’ on that shit
Praise the Lord, baby
Yeah, money in the church pot
Your nephew work for me
Got bundles in his church socks
Big bunny rabbit, I drop a package
My youngins down to slide
Shot up your Escalade, I bought 'em all
Playstation 5
They hold you for three days if you
A suspect for a recent murder
You get released if they don't find
A witness or the burner
Guess that’s why Chapo dug the tunnel
And smoked all the workers
Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō
My coca do the Tina Turner kyrie Irving
Uncle Fred had his strap to the head
Better get that boy to the
Doctor before them bullets thread
Hit that nigga twice, he was leakin'
But is he dead or not?
Followed him to the hospital
Shoot it out in the parking lot
My nuts dropped
First I got money and then the power
Thinks I'm in this shit
Like Burberry shirts at baby showers
Shot these kids on her face
Give yo' wifey a baby shower
East side is the army, go get
You a navy tower, what's up, bitch?
'Caine train, nigga, I'ma keep
This shit movin', fuck it
’Caine, let’s go (Haha, yo)
Yeezy's on
But I ain’t never seen a Sunday service
They dealin' with some Afghani
Gangsters made a purchase
Don't do no crimes with no rappers, nigga
You know the verdict
They shot up Troy Maserati
I know that nigga nervous
Bitch, I got the shit they hit Rickey with
Keep it in the ride
Drop a forty-two seven-fifty
On automatic drive
Bitches had to get checked
They neglect to respect a nigga mind
Treat a ho like André 3000
Ain't fuck with Caroline
An undercover Saturday lover, Alex O’Neal
I keep a chicken cluckin', dope
Fiend fiendin', fuck it, my wheels on
A nigga from the G'
With a foreign automobile
And county sheriffs and the feds wanna
Put me under the jail
Had to back away from the scale
These snakes movin' in tall grass
Ball 'til I fall
Never pass the ball with my bald ass
Aaron Hall fuckin' these hoes
Don't need no hall pass
Straight drop right on the table
And it was all glass (All glass)
Hahaha, yeah, nigga
Straight drop right on the table
It was all glass, walked away
Uh you got one part of that wrong
This (This) is not meth (Is not meth)