Jeezy, Freddie Gibbs - Cosmic Kev Freestyle lyrics
Young Jeezy [Jay Wayne Jenkins] Columbia, South Carolina, U.S.🇺🇸
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Jeezy, Freddie Gibbs - Cosmic Kev Freestyle lyrics]
50 dollar fingertips, 100 dollar thumbs
I break my shit down and make sure
I bag up all the crumbs up in the steamer
Hella smokey with a couple guns
They pull us over
We gon' park this bitch and dump and run
Hundred drums
Leave niggas wasted for insufficient funds
Waiting at your place for you
Playing Playstation with your son
I know your wife on Thursday nights
My aunty do her hair
Don't make me turn this shit
Into a family affair
Not impressed by most of the shit
That most of these niggas spitting
When niggas drop, these interviewers ask me
Do I feel 'em
But, if you fuck with Gangsta Gibbs
Then you know the business
Fuck the rap game and all
The pussy niggas in it
Bitch im still pitching
I flip at a steady pace
They ain't come back for the 'caine
They came back for the base
And new niggas get jacked for living lame
Cells in my brain get flamed
My name manifests pain
All I do is write verses
And wrap a rubberband
Roll a '84 and roll up a
Wood in my other hand
And I fuck with felons
Don't fuck with the FEDs
They know I'm selling something
Ain't nobody selling CDs
Another trick up my sleeve
Another bitch that I'm sticking
Got introduced to some friends and
Zip out the zip, i was flippish
Your daughter sniffing a Vick today
She need intervention that's some cold shit
Fred, you must've been smoking water
When you wrote this now I'm in Brooklyn
Back from Gary fresh off a dope flip
Do the speed limit, keep it pushing
And never smoke shit
Called up Dominican H and told
Him I was posted babyface
I break my shit down and make sure
I bag up all the crumbs up in the steamer
Hella smokey with a couple guns
They pull us over
We gon' park this bitch and dump and run
Hundred drums
Leave niggas wasted for insufficient funds
Waiting at your place for you
Playing Playstation with your son
I know your wife on Thursday nights
My aunty do her hair
Don't make me turn this shit
Into a family affair
Not impressed by most of the shit
That most of these niggas spitting
When niggas drop, these interviewers ask me
Do I feel 'em
But, if you fuck with Gangsta Gibbs
Then you know the business
Fuck the rap game and all
The pussy niggas in it
Bitch im still pitching
I flip at a steady pace
They ain't come back for the 'caine
They came back for the base
And new niggas get jacked for living lame
Cells in my brain get flamed
My name manifests pain
All I do is write verses
And wrap a rubberband
Roll a '84 and roll up a
Wood in my other hand
And I fuck with felons
Don't fuck with the FEDs
They know I'm selling something
Ain't nobody selling CDs
Another trick up my sleeve
Another bitch that I'm sticking
Got introduced to some friends and
Zip out the zip, i was flippish
Your daughter sniffing a Vick today
She need intervention that's some cold shit
Fred, you must've been smoking water
When you wrote this now I'm in Brooklyn
Back from Gary fresh off a dope flip
Do the speed limit, keep it pushing
And never smoke shit
Called up Dominican H and told
Him I was posted babyface