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on my shit - freddie gibbs lyrics

[intro]
razor razor
yeah you know how we do
cut yo’ ass baby
cut yo’ ass
aye [?]
they gon’ love this sh*t my n*gga
[?] i get it like the [?]

[verse 1: 2eleven]
i’m fillin’ my blow with kush
my cup filled up with all this patrón
liquor corporate thug in a [?]
busting on n*ggas ‘cuz i’m so real true
better bring your weapon
burst through those 11s no competition
more murder more murder more money more problems
and i’m gonna continue gettin’ this [?]
for the love of the money n*ggas will find you (n*ggas will find you)
get [?] one look at my chain and b*tch imma blind you
i’m grindin countin’ up all of my dollars
[?] up on my profit deuce
eights [?] impala [?]
faces all on my pocket yeah
i’m on my sh*t i should stack that up
break that down just to back that up
half pound quarter brick serve on [?]
sh*t don’t flip all around my plug
inglewood [?] all my blood
hold on b*tch let my light my blunt
[?] i ball like [?]
code young n*gga and my smack turned up

[verse 2: freddie gibbs]
yeah b*tch i am on my sh*t
i spend like 30 racks on my clique
i took em shopping at the gun shop
got em all matchin 5.7’s with the 30 round clips
i remember back in 99′, tryna eat for 99 cents, i was on my d*ck
but b*tch i am still putting on, invadin these n*ggas homes, took my n*gga home from that b*tch
thuggin til my m*th*f*ckin death day
5 star, 5 shots to the chest plate
no rest, don’t flex, had to lay the boy to rest
cuz i guess paramedics couldn’t respirate
made his death, cuz the n*gga had a death to pay
f*ck 9, need my money like yesterday
one house, one stog, 2 hoes, and some workout clothes
yea them broads about to stress the yay, b*tch
f*ck what you claimin
we corporate thug like a m*th*f*cka
mid to the west banging
young 2eleven my blood brother
better bring your weapons, definitely bring that ammunition
fresh out the g, it’s cte, never knew no competition
gibbs

[chorus: 2eleven]
one stop, gun shot, one stog, 2 pops
yeah b*tch i am on my sh*t
hit em up, 2pac
one k, 2 glocks, 100 rounds with the see through clip
same n*gga from the hood
inglewood, hit the block, with the top down on my whip
yeah b*tch i am on my sh*t
yeah b*tch i am on my sh*t
one stop, gun shot, one stog, 2 pops
yeah b*tch i am on my sh*t
hit em up, 2pac
one k, 2 glocks, 100 rounds with the see through clip
same n*gga from the hood
inglewood, hit the block, with the top down on my whip
yeah b*tch i am on my sh*t
yeah b*tch i am on my sh*t
one stop, gun shot, one stog, 2 pops
yeah b*tch i am on my sh*t
hit em up, 2pac
one k, 2 glocks, 100 rounds with the see through clip
same n*gga from the hood
inglewood, hit the block, with the top down on my whip
yeah b*tch i am on my sh*t
yeah b*tch i am on my sh*t

- freddie gibbs lyrics

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