[Verse 1: Trae tha Truth]
Maneuvering through a block full of gangsters
Where they mark their territory like Picasso, spray [?] is a danger✦
Ever✦ since I got up and got out my major✦
I was dedicated✦ dreaming on the floor
But now the floors I walk be elevated✦
Palomino penthouse, graduated✦ to rent house
40 stories above✦ the bucket✦ niggas✦ tryna✦ get out
Policy✦ guarantee, haters✦ get the messages sent out
Pull up on em then go the fuck in, that's what I've been bout
Exquisite taste, somewhere in the gyp to match to my ego✦
200k, hit the valley,✦ match up my amigo✦
Some were lost to something✦ that engine✦ move at the speed of light
Bitch get exposed on site, don't know where she gon' be tonite✦
Eh, that's so God I bless their game
Take em out of ratchet
Re-design em in something✦ they call some change
Even✦ if I switch up on em, you highness they will adapt it
[?] and hit the trap just to tell em the papers✦ taken✦
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
I be on my grind
I be on that, I be on that full clip in my 9
I be on that break a whole pound of kush all down to dimes✦
Niggas✦ ain't looking✦ for the good good, smoke to them hoes that it's on the east side
Tell them hoes that I'm on the east side
Tell them hoes that I'm in the east bay
Tell them hoes that I'm with Jose in the U-Haul✦ truck, finna✦ ship that yay
Tell them hoes that I got that pack, fat dope and I brought that back
In the strip club with them racks
Oh no I got that sack
[Verse 2: Yukmouth]
Elegant thug, 100k in that Louis luggage
I'm big pimping like Pimp C in the Gucci✦ bucket✦
My coupe disgusting, lil Weezy✦ voice yuh
Mercy✦ with the doors up, not Yeezy✦ it's ya boy Yuk
Bang, dragon✦ gang in this thang nigga✦
Peace [TV?] watch in the chain, Johnny✦ Dang nigga✦
Gallery and shop up and pop up, Versace frame nigga✦
Cane flipper, bricks in the back of the Range nigga,✦ I'm a made nigga✦
And I'm an asshole by nature✦
Selling that Big Daddy✦ Kane on the block, they call the vapors✦
Houston, Cali,✦ Vegas,✦ ballin'✦ out, fuck you haters✦
Like Bron , I took my talents down south for that paper✦
Shout out to Chief and J. Prince, your nigga✦ been paid since
Hermes,✦ Louboutin spikes✦ and suede shit
Your nigga✦ went from cooking✦ hard white in the basement
To rocking mics with the ankle bracelet, gangster
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
I be on my grind
I be on that, I be on that full clip in my 9
I be on that break a whole pound of kush all down to dimes✦
Niggas✦ ain't looking✦ for the good good, smoke to them hoes that it's on the east side
Tell them hoes that I'm on the east side
Tell them hoes that I'm in the east bay
Tell them hoes that I'm with Jose in the U-Haul✦ truck, finna✦ ship that yay
Tell them hoes that I got that pack, fat dope and I brought that back
In the strip club with them racks
Oh no I got that sack