Kendrick Lamar, Dave Free - Drop It Like It's Hot (Freestyle) lyrics

For my niggas that hate the fights
Get it with the Glocks
Get it with the Glocks
Get it with the Glocks
For my niggas that hustle nights
Bakin' with the pots bakin' with the pots
Bakin' with the pots
For my niggas that know right k-Dot is hot
K-Dot is hot k-Dot is hot
See my game still the same
Never trick on a bitch (Ugh)
You don't have to tell me
I know I'm the shit

I'm a nice dude
(Okay) , livin' my life dude (Ugh)
Trick on a dumb bitch is nothin' I might do
(Nope) some try to play fools
The shots that they fake shoot
I'm mean like a Red Bull is
Mean when the eighth pull


I'm faithful to whatever I stand for
It means dough, gettin' my pesos
Gecko or Geico, whatever it stand for (Ha)
Red and blue flags, yours are like a rainbow
Ha pants hang low
Born with the best flow since
LL was rockin' a Kangol (Woo)
'87, one man, eighty weapons
I go hard without usin' protection
Hard out, learn your lesson
When I pull out, make like
R kelly, get to steppin', haha
I'm the best at this profession
I can't help but bring it
Back to the essence mothafuckas

For my niggas that hate the fights
Get it with the Glocks
Get it with the Glocks
Get it with the Glocks
For my niggas that hustle nights
Bakin' with the pots bakin' with the pots
Bakin' with the pots
For my niggas that know right k-Dot is hot
K-Dot is hot k-Dot is hot
See my game still the same
Never trick on a bitch
You don't have to tell me
I know I'm the shit

I'm a young dude, smoke the best weed
See the act right, see them dubs clean
A sexy bachelor, hit 'em in your strokes
Never bust a nigga, goin' down your throat
The Phantom, not rich enough to cop yet
But picture for the niggas outta pocket
I can exercise you, you can get a
When I lean back, don't dance, give me
Killa got that heat
We know killas in the street
With the heat that make you feel like
A fat boy at the beach
So don't try to run up on
Talkin' all that and shit
I can rhyme and shit
If you niggas pay attention
You won't ask me shit
You should think about it, take a second, one
Matter of fact, you should take four b
Think before you fuck with real
Killas in the street

For my niggas that hate the fights
Get it with the Glocks
Get it with the Glocks
Get it with the Glocks
For my niggas that hustle nights
Bakin' with the pots bakin' with the pots
Bakin' with the pots
For my niggas that know right k-Dot is hot
K-Dot is hot k-Dot is hot
See my game still the same
Never trick on a bitch
You don't have to tell me
I know I'm the shit

I'm from a small city
No pity shown 'cept hammers thrown
Quickly push back your dome like a hot comb
So swiftly, come get me
If I had every bitch in the world, boy
You still ain't fuckin' with me
I'm 'bout my money strictly
As long as I stack my banks up
I'll have enough Young Bucks to fuck with 50
Now who fuckin' with me? Me and
That gun was born siamese twins
So where I move, it's comin' with me
You down right, play with me
Think I won't take your life
The scope'll have more dots on
You than a website
I'm 'bout my head right and yours left
I swear in the vocal booth is
Where I'll take my last breath
That's K-Dot, oh you ain't heard? Shit
That boy hot with dime bitches runnin' on
Beaches like baywatch
You sit and watch the young
Child with my money stacks
Add up faster than cell phones on speed dial

For my niggas that hate the fights
Get it with the Glocks
Get it with the Glocks
Get it with the Glocks
For my niggas that hustle nights
Bakin' with the pots bakin' with the pots
Bakin' with the pots
For my niggas that know right k-Dot is hot
K-Dot is hot k-Dot is hot
See my game still the same
Never trick on a bitch
You don't have to tell me
I know I'm the shit