Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Gat Damn lyrics

Yeah, pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah
Free my niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah
(This shit, nigga, for real though) , yeah

Man, I miss my nigga Greg
Pour some liquor, yeah, yeah
I got homies in the feds
Free my niggas, yeah, yeah
I just wrapped a hundred cash
Zipped it in the air, yeah
I'ma go fuck up a bag
Know that ho can't stand that
Yeah, I got shooters but
I'm duckin' shooters
Pop 'em up, they hit the homie sister
Guess we both the loser
Po-po pull me over with a half
A kilo and a Ruger i can't move the same
I gotta readjust how I maneuver

I reminisce that feeling when
I think about it a million in the bank
I used to dream about it
No heat up in the whip
I used to sleep up out it
Up in the morning whippin'
Cocaina 'bout it, yeah, yeah
I got bags, ho, is you
Fuckin' with me? yeah, yeah
Time to blast, ho, is you
Fuckin' with me? yeah, yeah
Let that yayo dry on the table
Droppin' fat slabs
Porsche Spyder look like a
Spaceship, they like, "Goddamn"

Ah, goddamn, I'm callin' Lam'
MoneyGram, go send the bail, I'm in a jam
In the jail, I'm in the cell
Can't see the fam
Say my prayers, alhamdulillah, no bacon ham
Bacon ham, and cold salami
That's all they serve us
Stomach hurtin', the devil working
But I ain't nervous
Beat the verdict, but lost a milli'
Guess life ain't perfect
Whippin' birdies, the devil working
But I ain't nervous

I reminisce that feeling when
I think about it a million in the bank
I used to dream about it
No heat up in the whip
I used to sleep up out it
I take the pot and whip a
Cuban link up out it, yeah, yeah
I got bags, ho, is you
Fuckin' with me? yeah, yeah
We can blast, ho, is you
Fuckin' with me? yeah, yeah
Let that yayo dry on the table
Droppin' fat slabs
Porsche Spyder look like a
Spaceship, they like, "Goddamn"

Yeah, pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah
Free my niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah
Free my niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah
See, man, free that nigga, yeah, yeah
Hot dog, uh free my nigga, yeah, yeah
I know how it be, man
You know, pent down in that motherfucker
Yeah i remember I was on, on bail and shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
This, this, damn, the beat ran out
Fuck it, that's enough right there
Fuck it, I ain't even gotta talk no shit