Freddie Gibbs - Tell Me (Freestyle) lyrics

Kane train, baby yeah
Yeah

Crushed glass knuckles like I'm Van-Damme
Black boy twirlin' white girls
Save the last dance mothafuck the 'Gram
I had a bag before the hashtag
Bitch about to get her booty done
She livin' half-ass
I started juggin' off a half-slab
Watchin' Bout it, Bout it
P and Bob servin' out the cab
I'm a dog about it, once I'm in it
Can't get out my bag
I can't keep a bitch 'cause they keep
Bringin' shit up out the past

Yeah, Glock full, fuck a semi now
Bitch I rep the East Virginia streets
Them killers with me now
Bet they feel me 'til they kill me now
I got shooters every city now
We pull up in somethin' tinted out
Bullets go through bricks
Better clear your women and children out
Say they want this thang hard fried
I flew the chicken out
Keep my bitches close
She ain't fuckin' I threw her sister out

Yeah yeah, had a bag 'fore the hashtags
James Brown jammin' on the glass
Save the last dance
Almost lost my eye that nigga
Past got that nigga stabbed
Signed my publishin', I copped the nine
Peaced with my advance
Trickin off on Erica with my advance
I can't make it last cuz she keep
Bringin' shit up out the past
I just had a baby
Livin' crazy with my dog ass
Baby mama drama on my collar it be all bad

Pockets full, niggas winnin' now
Pink slips, jumpin' out the whips
Nothin' rented now
Bet they feel me 'til they kill me now
I got bitches every city now
We pull up in somethin' tinted out
Bullets go through brick
Better clear your women and children out
Say they want this thang hard fried
I flew the chicken out
Keep my bitches close, she ain't fuckin'
I threw her sister out

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Had a bag 'fore the hashtags
Crushed glass, knuckles, Van-Damme
Save the last dance
Lawyer took my money, devil's advocate
My advance i cannot move on if I keep
Bringin' shit up from the past