Freddie Gibbs Tell Me Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
Kane train, baby
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Crushed glass knuckles like I'm Van-Damme
Black boy twirlin' white girls, save the last dance
Mothaf*ck 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

[Bridge]
Yeah, Glock full, f*ck 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 f*ckin' I threw her sister out

[Verse 2]
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

[Bridge]
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 f*ckin', I threw her sister out

[Outro]
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