Freddie Gibbs, Pusha T - Gold Rings lyrics

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, CoKane (Hahaha, you feel that?)
Yeah, yeah (Down ass bitch)

No gold rings, this shit just my main squeeze
Coming to the crib
Breaking down a set of keys
Back in the days, I admit, I had some issues
(yeah)
Two twelve on the chase, I jumped out
I crashed the rental
To my down ass bitch (yeah)
The one that'd never fuck up or snitch
I fleed the scene, a hit and run
I left the Glock with the switch
Police gon' press you, we got lawyers, baby
Don't tell 'em shit (Don't say shit)
And I be rock-rock-rockin' 'til the
Cops come knockin' at my
College girl got her stressin'
She got a jail record (Damn)
I put the Range in her name
And I'm fuckin' up her credit
The judge gave her probation
She had knots in her stomach
After the case she wiped her
Instagram and changed her number (The fuck?)
Damn, bitch, thought we was gang
I would've killed for her
(you running with this nigga?)
Ex nigga got you engaged
That nigga kneel for her
Heartbreak most thug niggas ain't
Built for it
Tears steady droppin' 'til the cops
Come knockin' at my

Tattoos that's some war wounds (War wounds)
Loudest nigga in the room
You ain't a killer, you a cartoon
(You a cartoon)
Caught a new body in my old school
(Old school)
I saw you at your homie grave, well
Tell that nigga you'll be home soon
(You'll be home soon)
Came whippin' hard, that's a hard sale
(Hard sale)
But I won't pay them bitches back
I play my cards with the cartel (Cartel)
It's us against the world, it's all well
(It's all well)
But I be rock-rock-rockin' 'til the
Cops come knockin' at my

Yeah my cocaine novela
Soap opera shit these are days of our pies

So many R ends I done made
Waitresses I done saved
The blow dryer bar for bitches
Who ain't learn to braid
Matured all the sorors and every AKA
Michelle's blueprint showed that error
In their ways
All the rent I paid, you know I play it fair
Just leave an extra key so
I can weigh it there
Bribe money so your boyfriend
Wouldn't lay up there
Dope game, I'm the ultimate creative player
2K21, Savage like 21 fridays are draft night
You bitches is one and dones
I'm the one of one i'm the Summerson
I'm the street dream
Nas with the cummerbund jury Supreme Team
Anchors is done and hung
The dope floats on a boat
Now come give the drummer some
They going for thirty-three
I just let the numbers run
The king of the kilo
I don't believe none of 'em

Tattoos that's some war wounds
(Except Gibbs, war wounds)
Loudest nigga in the room
You ain't a killer, you a cartoon
(You a cartoon)
Caught a new body in my old school
(Old school)
I saw you at your homie grave, well
Tell that nigga you'll be home soon
(You'll be home soon)
Came whippin' hard, that's a hard sale
(Hard sale)
But I won't pay them bitches back
I play my cards with the cartel (Cartel)
It's us against the world, it's all well
(It's all well)
But I be rock-rock-rockin' 'til the
Cops come knockin' in my

As always
Your safety and well being is of premier
Priority here at the Triple S
You will be notified when
Our conditions change
Gibbs, what's up, man? This
Is your boy, Jesus, man
Gibbs, where you at, man?
Usually, the world looking for me
I don't go looking for the world
I mean, I'm just saying
I just came from the Appalachian Mountains
I was up there chilling
Smoking some weed with some Buddhist monks
We was having the bestest of times
And all of a sudden my pager go off
And I gotta come straight down
Here to holler at you, gibbs
When trust me, man
I am the way and the light
And speaking of lights, you got one?
'Cause I wanna light this bomb-ass kush
Matter fact I'ma come by there with
This kush I got for you
We gon' break bread, I got some fish
I got some bread and we just gon' have a
Whole feast right now
And talk about this, Gibbs, I love you
Brother holla at your boy, it's Jesus