Paper - Freddie Gibbs, 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

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

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