Freddie Gibbs - Still Livin lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Freddie Gibbs - Still Livin lyrics]
What you know boy
I'm still livin like a dope dealer
And these streets they got no
Mercy on a broke nigga
Gangsta Island so all my niggas gang bangers
Girls come get your cook up
I came up with the cane slangers
And I grew up next door to the dopeman
Chevy red CL coupe clean as a coke can
DEA been doing surveillance they
In the dope van
Nowadays they pay Walter Payton
That's 34 bands
Yea, I'm still living like a jack boy
Got your family wrapped up in tape
I'm 'bout the sack boy
And I heard it ain't where you
From it's where you at boy
Make sure every place that I'm at
Next to the strap boy killing em
Shit from these verses put holes in hearses
And these truckers need some product to
Purchase some at their service
Used to sale my yellow and
Nextel play for the chirpers
Ain't no doubt we don't check out
CTE they close the curtains
And I'm still
Still livin like a dope dealer
Finger on the trigger I ain't
Taking shit from no nigga
Still, I'm still living like a dope boy
Wrapping up the pack of drugs
Traffic what you know boy and I'm still
Still livin like a dope dealer
Finger on the trigger I ain't
Taking shit from no nigga
Still, I'm still living like a dope boy
Wrapping up the pack of drugs
Traffic what you know boy
Still cashing at dope check
Guns a contraband know that
Street said that I marked for death
And might be the one to give smoking next
Might fuck around might beat it down
That ass round and that throat wet
You a pussy boy straight cold Tecs
Got a hundred rounds bitch hold that
Bitch hold that, bitch hold up
Bitch know what that 4 bust
Bought a 14 of that straight hard
And served every geeker that rolled up
That straight trap with no raps with me
OT but they pack with me
Moonwalking on dope bitch I know
Real niggas on Jackson street
25th, 49th, cali kush over night
Come back to my store dawg to make
Sure you got your order right
And my shop might close up so make
Sure you put your orders in
Just another day another dollar
Ducking court again wrapping up the pack of
Drugs traffic watching out
Winter summer spring fall nigga shovel snow
And if I could I'd dig
A tunnel straight to Mexico
Pass me my strap I think the
Police at my door because I'm
I'm still livin like a dope dealer
And these streets they got no
Mercy on a broke nigga
Gangsta Island so all my niggas gang bangers
Girls come get your cook up
I came up with the cane slangers
And I grew up next door to the dopeman
Chevy red CL coupe clean as a coke can
DEA been doing surveillance they
In the dope van
Nowadays they pay Walter Payton
That's 34 bands
Yea, I'm still living like a jack boy
Got your family wrapped up in tape
I'm 'bout the sack boy
And I heard it ain't where you
From it's where you at boy
Make sure every place that I'm at
Next to the strap boy killing em
Shit from these verses put holes in hearses
And these truckers need some product to
Purchase some at their service
Used to sale my yellow and
Nextel play for the chirpers
Ain't no doubt we don't check out
CTE they close the curtains
And I'm still
Still livin like a dope dealer
Finger on the trigger I ain't
Taking shit from no nigga
Still, I'm still living like a dope boy
Wrapping up the pack of drugs
Traffic what you know boy and I'm still
Still livin like a dope dealer
Finger on the trigger I ain't
Taking shit from no nigga
Still, I'm still living like a dope boy
Wrapping up the pack of drugs
Traffic what you know boy
Still cashing at dope check
Guns a contraband know that
Street said that I marked for death
And might be the one to give smoking next
Might fuck around might beat it down
That ass round and that throat wet
You a pussy boy straight cold Tecs
Got a hundred rounds bitch hold that
Bitch hold that, bitch hold up
Bitch know what that 4 bust
Bought a 14 of that straight hard
And served every geeker that rolled up
That straight trap with no raps with me
OT but they pack with me
Moonwalking on dope bitch I know
Real niggas on Jackson street
25th, 49th, cali kush over night
Come back to my store dawg to make
Sure you got your order right
And my shop might close up so make
Sure you put your orders in
Just another day another dollar
Ducking court again wrapping up the pack of
Drugs traffic watching out
Winter summer spring fall nigga shovel snow
And if I could I'd dig
A tunnel straight to Mexico
Pass me my strap I think the
Police at my door because I'm