Freddie Gibbs-On Me (feat Problem)
Rollin pockets on Bruce Bruce by Louken
Coming from colors like fruit loops remove goose
Hoes right behind me in 2 groups they too loose
Balling on me running through niggas b**ches that shoot hoops cruise
'93 magic blue on Shaq feet
Back like the b**ch ran track a** like athletes
Tight up in them jeans so please swing that pass me
Finally got that a** b**ch striptease me last week
I guess I got the dick so I make the rules
When they let the mothernigga play the rules
Strapped up motherf**ker better play cool
FNH 5 7 that's my favorite tool
I'm a fool dog a** ni**a
So go play with your kids I'm a grown a** ni**a b**ch
I'm a fool dog a** ni**a
So go play with your kids I'm a grown a** ni**a b**ch
It's all on me I put it on me
Until the day I die f**k hoes smoke tree
We bustin up the yak you and rollin OG
Got bottles under table the tab they 4G
And I put it on me me me
I put it on me me me
Said It's all on me me me
I put it on me me me
Said I put it on me
Compton California that's where I'm from
F**k your girl p**sy until it's numb
Do my damn thing and I shake like I'm pimpin
Favorite state hate long as real niggas recognize
I'm good yeah yeah I'm good
Taking care of my day ones and feeding on my wolf
2 365's ago I was live you know
Yeah I got off more tree than woods
Ni**a its the real ace of spades a deal
It ain't what you say it's how you say what you feel
I do it from the chest I reek of success
You ain't seen a ni**a this cold out the West in a long time
Boy say you wanna problem it's a long line
Super hot boy push a cold line
Shawty starring at a gold mine
I'm on now showtime
It's all on me I put it on me
Until the day I die f**k hoes smoke tree
We bustin up the yak you and rollin OG
Got bottles under table the tab they 4G
And I put it on me me me
I put it on me me me
Said It's all on me me me
I put it on me me me
Said I put it on me
We smoking OG
I meet up with my ni**a
We chopping the whole key
I slap it on a fire he slap it on a G
But yo that's still my folks be close since '93
Money over b**ches running with my niggas
Hooting with the squad the robbers and d**e dealers
Without these permissions I'm German the cold killers
Open on the streets don't got mercy on broke niggas
I'm thugging to the east bay and my ni**a jack of 7
I'm on the freeway I need another pack of that
You know how beef lay hit a lick flip the zippers
I told the girl I'm just the type of ni**a
Got my killer from the east bay
Hit the lay I got some weight to the 8th tray
You broke it down I hit my money at the next day
Hit a liquor flip the zippers
Told my girl I'm just the type of ni**a
It's all on me I put it on me
Until the day I die f**k hoes smoke tree
We bustin up the yak you and rollin OG
Got bottles under table the tab they 4G
And I put it on me me me
I put it on me me me
Said It's all on me me me
I put it on me me me
Said I put it on me