Juicy J, Freddie Gibbs - Str8 Slammin lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juicy J, Freddie Gibbs - Str8 Slammin lyrics]
Can you picture a nigga out
Here clocking cash and pulling stick ups
I guess I had to Glock and mask it
Nine zippers, let's bust that open
Cut and bag it water whipper
I'm in the kitchen Str8 Slammin'
Thug niggas, and drug dealers
That's all I hang with
Puffing Swishers, and fucking hoes
We on the same shit in the kitchen
Gon' whip my weight up to a mansion
Eight figures
That's what I call Str8 Slammin
GI thuggin
Yes picture this Midwest nigga rollin
Hardrock hustling
Bitches stick to the dick cause
You know a nigga holding
Living on some pimp shit
I'm a let y'all chase hoes
I'm a get chosen keep a bitch dick whipped
Got a whole lotta broads
That'll bust that open
Fresh up off a straight dope stain
I know my clothes still smell like cocaine
The real niggas understand
I ain't trying to be the man
If you put it in my hands, it'll go mayne
I keep a whole thing or
Better pushed to the side
Got like 32 bells of bubba kush in the ride
If you wanna get high, all drugs I provide
Getting my thug on where I preside
Nigga been bust at, still I survive
Push packs and I live to tell it in my raps
Lost a couple homies, I can never get em back
Life got me stressed
So I'm twisting up a sack
I'm street certified, nigga - check my stats
Back up to the wall cause
I'm coming up to bat
And these little niggas said they
Got racks on racks
So the stick up man had to
Put the tax on the tax got damn
Fuck what I'm worth
Still out here on the grind
Trying to stack racks
Racks on racks, never caught slipping
Nigga get wrong, it's a toe tag
Fucks with the hood still eat good
Hanging with the killers with the black masks
They will kidnap your wife and kids
You niggas don't want that
Do what we gotta do to make it
Hope them jackers won't take it
If a nigga violate me I heard
My young nigga's gon erase em
I don't fight over no bitches
But I kill for bread
And I don't hang out with no
Niggas that sleep with Feds
Ride down on your block with that chopper
Let that bitch go
If you try to open shop up, that shit closed
Money and the power what we hustle for?
We already run ya house
Ain't no kicking doors
Here clocking cash and pulling stick ups
I guess I had to Glock and mask it
Nine zippers, let's bust that open
Cut and bag it water whipper
I'm in the kitchen Str8 Slammin'
Thug niggas, and drug dealers
That's all I hang with
Puffing Swishers, and fucking hoes
We on the same shit in the kitchen
Gon' whip my weight up to a mansion
Eight figures
That's what I call Str8 Slammin
GI thuggin
Yes picture this Midwest nigga rollin
Hardrock hustling
Bitches stick to the dick cause
You know a nigga holding
Living on some pimp shit
I'm a let y'all chase hoes
I'm a get chosen keep a bitch dick whipped
Got a whole lotta broads
That'll bust that open
Fresh up off a straight dope stain
I know my clothes still smell like cocaine
The real niggas understand
I ain't trying to be the man
If you put it in my hands, it'll go mayne
I keep a whole thing or
Better pushed to the side
Got like 32 bells of bubba kush in the ride
If you wanna get high, all drugs I provide
Getting my thug on where I preside
Nigga been bust at, still I survive
Push packs and I live to tell it in my raps
Lost a couple homies, I can never get em back
Life got me stressed
So I'm twisting up a sack
I'm street certified, nigga - check my stats
Back up to the wall cause
I'm coming up to bat
And these little niggas said they
Got racks on racks
So the stick up man had to
Put the tax on the tax got damn
Fuck what I'm worth
Still out here on the grind
Trying to stack racks
Racks on racks, never caught slipping
Nigga get wrong, it's a toe tag
Fucks with the hood still eat good
Hanging with the killers with the black masks
They will kidnap your wife and kids
You niggas don't want that
Do what we gotta do to make it
Hope them jackers won't take it
If a nigga violate me I heard
My young nigga's gon erase em
I don't fight over no bitches
But I kill for bread
And I don't hang out with no
Niggas that sleep with Feds
Ride down on your block with that chopper
Let that bitch go
If you try to open shop up, that shit closed
Money and the power what we hustle for?
We already run ya house
Ain't no kicking doors