Freddie Gibbs, 03 Greedo - Death Row lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Freddie Gibbs, 03 Greedo - Death Row lyrics]
Yeah, Kane season twinkle on the beat, yeah
Twinkle on the beat, yeah whoa Kenny
Yeah yeah yeah
Smoking with a package then the
Package get you fucked off
When they sent the po-po to my
Door but y'all was ducked off
Fuckin' up a plate of sushi
Wontons with the duck sauce
Sent the pack of doggy to me
Walkin' fuckin' buff soft
Pick your phone up
I just touched down with the bow bow
Pick your phone up
I just touched down with the puppy chow
Puttin' zones up, got a brick, I'm
'bout to bust it down, pick your phone up
Bet that rat ho wanna fuck me now
Fuck me now busy button down, bust it down
Fuck the month, throw some hundreds down
Hundred pack, fifty pack
Shippin' twenty piece
Chicken bucket, chicken nugget
Bitch I feed the streets chopper block
Mix that dope up with that fetty (1738)
Watch it drop, bitch I
Started sellin' ready rock, fuck a pot
You don't make a G a day
You can't sit in the spot
Ho keep lookin' at me
You gon' suck this dick or not?
Take a bag, bust a lick, and run a check ho
A check ho bet them VV's in my neck glow
I just might go throw a Rollie on my next ho
Beat the pussy in the studio like Death Row
Death Row
Chopper give a nigga Death Row, Death Row
Fuck a rookie, need a vet ho
I just might go throw a Rollie on my next ho
Hundred kilos in my trunk
I might get Death Row
Cruisin' through the city in my oh-eighteen
(skrrt)
Sendin' the bitches, servin' the fiends
(ooh) ridin' through the street
Just caught a lick (yeah)
Take that flip and I caught my first brick
(ayy) i'm a Baby Loc cri-ni-nip
Role model ni-ni-nip
I ain't got the swag and got the sauce
I got the dri-ni-nip
I can do a feature, do a show
And hit the dealership ask Channel 7
People say I'm really dealin' shit
Brrrt my ad-lib, Drummer Gang, we generous
We gon' give your ass the blues
'cause we ain't never givin' shit
Everybody generals 'cause everybody militant
Drummer Gang the Army, the
Navy, we killin' shit, ooh
Take a bag, bust a lick, and run a check ho
A check ho bet them VV's in my neck glow
I just might go throw a Rollie on my next ho
Beat the pussy in the studio like Death Row
Death Row
Chopper give a nigga Death Row, Death Row
Fuck a rookie, need a vet ho
I just might go throw a Rollie on my next ho
Hundred kilos in my trunk
I might get Death Row
Twinkle on the beat, yeah whoa Kenny
Yeah yeah yeah
Smoking with a package then the
Package get you fucked off
When they sent the po-po to my
Door but y'all was ducked off
Fuckin' up a plate of sushi
Wontons with the duck sauce
Sent the pack of doggy to me
Walkin' fuckin' buff soft
Pick your phone up
I just touched down with the bow bow
Pick your phone up
I just touched down with the puppy chow
Puttin' zones up, got a brick, I'm
'bout to bust it down, pick your phone up
Bet that rat ho wanna fuck me now
Fuck me now busy button down, bust it down
Fuck the month, throw some hundreds down
Hundred pack, fifty pack
Shippin' twenty piece
Chicken bucket, chicken nugget
Bitch I feed the streets chopper block
Mix that dope up with that fetty (1738)
Watch it drop, bitch I
Started sellin' ready rock, fuck a pot
You don't make a G a day
You can't sit in the spot
Ho keep lookin' at me
You gon' suck this dick or not?
Take a bag, bust a lick, and run a check ho
A check ho bet them VV's in my neck glow
I just might go throw a Rollie on my next ho
Beat the pussy in the studio like Death Row
Death Row
Chopper give a nigga Death Row, Death Row
Fuck a rookie, need a vet ho
I just might go throw a Rollie on my next ho
Hundred kilos in my trunk
I might get Death Row
Cruisin' through the city in my oh-eighteen
(skrrt)
Sendin' the bitches, servin' the fiends
(ooh) ridin' through the street
Just caught a lick (yeah)
Take that flip and I caught my first brick
(ayy) i'm a Baby Loc cri-ni-nip
Role model ni-ni-nip
I ain't got the swag and got the sauce
I got the dri-ni-nip
I can do a feature, do a show
And hit the dealership ask Channel 7
People say I'm really dealin' shit
Brrrt my ad-lib, Drummer Gang, we generous
We gon' give your ass the blues
'cause we ain't never givin' shit
Everybody generals 'cause everybody militant
Drummer Gang the Army, the
Navy, we killin' shit, ooh
Take a bag, bust a lick, and run a check ho
A check ho bet them VV's in my neck glow
I just might go throw a Rollie on my next ho
Beat the pussy in the studio like Death Row
Death Row
Chopper give a nigga Death Row, Death Row
Fuck a rookie, need a vet ho
I just might go throw a Rollie on my next ho
Hundred kilos in my trunk
I might get Death Row