Freddie Gibbs - Careless lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, gold crown
Top down as I cruise with a bad ho
Yeah, I9, from Chicago
I got the weed and the pussy
But the money on my mind though
I got a line on the flat pack
A hundred thangs on the scale, motherfucker
Can you buy that?
She pop the pussy and rewind that
And suck a dick as I get twisted
And listen to Do or Die rap
Freddie Kane, young Corleone
I been off the band wit'
The bowls of the strong
Nigga gettin' paid from the
Shit that I record here, My Lord
Wit' the pack when a nigga came home
Told my nigga we be
Smokin' and chokin', rollin
It's all the same
Druggin' and still thuggin it's all a game
Real nigga 'bout to cash out
I need my rims on my cars when
I pull them bitches off the lot
Fuck the top, cop the drop
And these hoes be on my jock
For my Icona watch cops out watchin
But this pimpin' never stop
Ta da da, what you totin'?
And this paper turn 'em out
What she know? Ain't no doubt

Thank God I got a lot, I got a lot
I got a lot
And these hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot
I got a lot
Pesos, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
And she know I got a lot, I got a lot
I got a lot thank God I got a

And I don't mean to be so careless, baby, eh
One thing on my mind, it's the way I came up
So don't catch no feelings
Girl, you playin' wit'
The motherfuckin' realest
I'm a tell you that one more time

I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
And these hoes, I got a lot, got a lot
Got a lot
Pesos, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
And she know I got a lot, I got a lot
I got a lot thank God I got a

Yeah, gold crown
Top down as I cruise with a bad ho
Yeah, I5, on the West Coast
And I done been around the world
But in Cali, they roll the best dope
Bitches and palm trees
I'm on when I came here
'Hood was up north, I pushed to the yay then
Shout-out my niggas
I got a ton when the weight in
Feed my thugs
I'm pullin' dubs in the state pen
Fuckin' with Frederico Soprano
Niggas actin' monkey, my clip
I got a banana rollin' with guerillas
These niggas don't want no banter
I just might go flippin'
Go back and forth with them hammers
Nigga, we be smokin' and chokin', rollin'
It's all the same
Druggin' and still thuggin'
It's all a game full clip on the K thing
I got a shotty in
The motherfuckin' trunk, nigga
Don't get popped fuck the cops, bodies drop
And these feds be on my block, roundabout
Stop and watch but this thuggin' never stop
Get that rock, what you thought?
And these haters talk a lot
Ain't gon' pop a hundred shots

Thank God I got a lot, I got a lot
I got a lot
And you know I got a lot, I got a lot
I got a lot
And these hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot
I got a lot
Pesos, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
Thank God I got a

And I don't mean to be so careless, baby, eh
One thing on my mind, it's the way I came up
So don't catch no feelings
Girl, you playin' wit'
The motherfuckin' realest
I'm a tell you that one more time

I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
These hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot
I got a lot
Pesos, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
And she know I got a lot, I got a lot
I got a lot thank God I got a