Freddie Gibbs - BFK lyrics

East side niggas stay bout it
West side niggas stay bout it
North side niggas stay bout it
South side niggas stay bout it bout it

GI niggas stay bout it
Take a nigga life don't doubt it
Church and the liquor store crowded
911 is a joke don't dial it
We ain't really trippin' when
The money stay pilin'
Money comin slow then mothafuckas get violent
I just want a crib and a coupe low mileage
Gon' hustle dope with a yellow bone stallion
So high, and niggas wanna know why I, ride
With semi automatic by my, side
Cause I got niggas comin at my, head
But I won't let them bitches stop my, bread
A mothafucka wanna show my, dough
I hit him twice with the black fo-fo
The witness, courtroom don't, show
And what a nigga don't know, won't, go
'Dro hoes in the dope game major
On the front page magazine, no label
Industry don't want 'em cause
The niggas too gangsta
Probably never heard em on ya radio station
Way too thug for these mothafuckin' raps
Rap way better then ya neighbourhood trap
Man came down on the uppity bitch
I be fuckin' the bitch
Let my niggas smash right after
Dope in the kitchen gotta get
It stretchin' n whippin'
Know some niggas that slippin
We can hit a lick if you with it
Then I ship it to Liver
I ain't took a trip in a minute
Now I'm in the position
I can give it to my lieutenant
Need a mothafucka robbed I'm the
Nigga for the job
Peace to the Slam and the 5 Trey Mob
What you know about that life in the mask
Them Gary, Indiana niggas gift
Wrap the casket, how you love that?

Yea, I ain't got time for these bitches
Ain't gotta dime for these bitches
Breakin' it down for 3 bitches
Duffle stuffed with 3 6's
Heat under the pillow, I sleep with' my Mrs
And I'm havin' dreams that's
Bigger than 6 digit's nickels while I rest
Possessed to whip chickens
Livin' though you addicted
To hit the next shipment
So high, and niggas wanna know why I, ride
With semi automatic by my, side
I need a nigga that's fosho gon' bust
And really I'm the only nigga I, trust
And really I'm the only nigga that, cold
New shoes, cadillac on, fo's
Shine for the dimes and the rat, hoes
Check a pack, write a rap, crack, sold
And my trunk leave cracks in the pavement
Chevy only carry heavy weight
Gon' save 'em
Just another victim of the game
Can you blame 'em and he stay paid
Can't a lame nigga fade 'em
And most of you niggas in
The rap game dick blowers
But at the end of the day
Don't get shit for it
But me and mine's gotta eat
So I'm beatin' up the street
Dinner time, man, I gotta hit a lick for it
Send 'em to God, tryna rob the godfather
And if you scared of catchin'
A murder then why bother
I'm peelin' off a knock for
Pots of hot water niggas wrote me off and it
Made me grind harder
Peace to the East, nigga peace to the chief
Got a slug for the judge
Bringin' heat for police
And a book full of sins that
I read when I sleep
Then I wake up 'n I put 'em on a beat
How you love that?