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[Hook x2: YB] With a mic, bitch, and I’m nice, bitch Six rings, yeah, I’m on that Mike shit But I hit her two weeks ago Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke But I hit her two weeks ago Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] On the mic, bitch, and I’m nice, bitch Six rings, yeah, I’m on that Mike shit Straight thug, nigga, most of my life spent Was on that black top working that white, bitch Shit, it was just 500 for the zip then Got a plug and my homeboy chipped in I was gunning, seventeen when I bagged up Pyrex, work yo mo'fuckin' wrist in Turnt up to be turnt down It’s what the kush for, let's get burnt down I've got a muddy cup of that Texas dope And that good smoke from that Oaktown, bitch 100 pounds of the good, what it cost? Hit 'em with the ski mask, they get lost I don’t trick on these hoes But I will pay your broke bitch to back up off me Drop them drawers, ho, fuck all that talking House on my neck, I call that balling True shit, it ain’t shit like a new bitch My old hoes, I don’t call that often Drop them drawers, ho, fuck all that talking House on my neck, I call that balling True shit, it ain’t shit like a new bitch Old hoes, I don’t call that often [Hook: YB] [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] I hit her two weeks ago, got head in the Jeep before Straight bob with this sloppy top, man, this bitch was a freaky ho Sip the drink, hit the reefer smoke Hurry up, let me beat it, though When she ask me to eat it I told her, take it or leave it, ho Cause this pimping shit in my bones Million cash on my mind, bitch Snowflakes on that stove, dope fiends on my line, bitch Straight hand to hand, east side, on my land I’m the man Learned how to chef up them cookies Gotta let 'em just dry by the fan We keep that chopped up in plastic Gotta find a new place to stash it Once I ran through my pack Hit the club, balled out like a draft pick Keep that chopped up in plastic Gotta find a new place to stash it Once I ran through my pack Hit the club, balled out like a draft pick [Hook: YB]
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