Jay Rock, Freddie Gibbs, G-Wiz - Certified Live lyrics

I just poured up like four zips
One double-O like four grips
Gangster and you know this
Just took a Vegas trip, Caesar's Palace
Stabbing your bitch
Finna go trick off your cheese
Pissing off these police
I'm big dope drinking
Make sure my eighty-four stinking
Haters can't contest, just KYS
I suicide that Lincoln
Broad day, all day, crack rock in my hallway
I was sixteen serving sixteens
Off fifteen from Broadway hard yay
Got a nigga thugging out that UGK tape
Niggas 'bout that shit and we
Hit our first lick
With a little deuce deuce and a tre eight
And bitch my pack just hit the
Mail, I'ma get that scale, i can't wait
Nigga for all this rap shit
These niggas plastic claim they
Gs but they ain't
It's Gangsta Gibbs, bitch

Nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter
Mane
Staying on my G and about my cheddar, mane
Rapper slash feet in the dope game
Certified live from the land of the gang bang

It's Rock eighty-seven cut, dog
Oh no, I ain't got Mercedes
Haters out there tryna take me
Pop the trunk or pop a crazy
Like a barber keeping them extra clippers
Drop 'bout eighty
I drive 'em crazy when I deliver
Mind your business we living life
And just stacking riches
Picture me rolling on my phone
Scrolling through pussy pictures
Pussy nigga, you in the way
So just step aside
You can't swim with these sharks
You drowning all in your pride
We moving with killers in broad day
It's a cold world
Keeping them heaters on all day
All day, oh yeah we riding with them clappers
Cause them bitch-ass niggas praying on
Us heavy like some pastors
And them feds tryna have our phone tapped
Like some dirty-ass water out the faucet
Out the trap
Jay Rock, Freddie Gibbs, 'bout to kill it
Hide your feelings
If you show your hands then
We gunning and you finished