Freddie Gibbs, G-Wiz, Hit Skrewface - Hundred Thousand lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Freddie Gibbs, G-Wiz, Hit Skrewface - Hundred Thousand lyrics]
Hundred thousand dollars worth of cocaine
Niggas'll kill you in these fucking streets
Each and every day I duck the feds, man
Trying keep my baby something to eat
Down to my last, 'bout a quarter thing
Ain't no love in these dope streets
Ain't trying to be the man
Just trying to maintain
I swear, this game gon' be the death of me
I swear, this game gon' be the death of me
Fuck niggas in these streets wanna suck my
Blood and rip my flesh from me
Youngsters trying to air me out
And leave my body cold
Sell my dope on Sunday, can't do church
Have mercy on my soul
Have caine, Carolina park king
And I came fresh on them Forgis
Forty thousand in my jeans
Nigga got back to the flip
Ain't gon' let no bitch shit on my dreams
Unadjusted to the mob, stayed on my job
Ho what you mean
100K might give me four of those
Have my prices show me those
Hit me in the daylight
If it's late night then my store will close
Seen some niggas overdose
Not only dope, but money and power
Dirty dancing with the fucking devil
In my darkest hour what you know about it
Hundred thousand dollars worth of cocaine
Make it stain, slanging things
Knee deep in the dope game
Police in my rearview cause they
Think I'm serving white
And they probably right
If they hit them lights
You know I'm swerving right
Now I ain't stopping
Them bitches gon' have to catch me
And before I let 'em do that
Them bitches gon' have to stretch me
Cause it's do or die, life
Or death, what you rep, right or left
For the folks, five or the six
Or is it on the four
These niggas kill in the
Streets over gang signs
I heard some niggas wanna murk me
Cause I got them things flying
But I ain't dying
You ain't fucking with no coward
Dirty dancing with the fucking devil
In my darkest hour what you know about it
Niggas'll kill you in these fucking streets
Each and every day I duck the feds, man
Trying keep my baby something to eat
Down to my last, 'bout a quarter thing
Ain't no love in these dope streets
Ain't trying to be the man
Just trying to maintain
I swear, this game gon' be the death of me
I swear, this game gon' be the death of me
Fuck niggas in these streets wanna suck my
Blood and rip my flesh from me
Youngsters trying to air me out
And leave my body cold
Sell my dope on Sunday, can't do church
Have mercy on my soul
Have caine, Carolina park king
And I came fresh on them Forgis
Forty thousand in my jeans
Nigga got back to the flip
Ain't gon' let no bitch shit on my dreams
Unadjusted to the mob, stayed on my job
Ho what you mean
100K might give me four of those
Have my prices show me those
Hit me in the daylight
If it's late night then my store will close
Seen some niggas overdose
Not only dope, but money and power
Dirty dancing with the fucking devil
In my darkest hour what you know about it
Hundred thousand dollars worth of cocaine
Make it stain, slanging things
Knee deep in the dope game
Police in my rearview cause they
Think I'm serving white
And they probably right
If they hit them lights
You know I'm swerving right
Now I ain't stopping
Them bitches gon' have to catch me
And before I let 'em do that
Them bitches gon' have to stretch me
Cause it's do or die, life
Or death, what you rep, right or left
For the folks, five or the six
Or is it on the four
These niggas kill in the
Streets over gang signs
I heard some niggas wanna murk me
Cause I got them things flying
But I ain't dying
You ain't fucking with no coward
Dirty dancing with the fucking devil
In my darkest hour what you know about it