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Freddie Gibbs nd Benny the Butcher - Unreleased Snippet

made this last night, mix is terrible but ehhh

LYRICS :)

transportation just like blue bird 
2 cups but i don’t sip syrupp 
inside got carpet on first!
outside got sprayed on burst 
wood grain ona whip no maple
everytime you know they favor
relationship good with the neighbors 
in the hood every soldier be K’d up
anyday could really be your day bruh 
anyday could really be the day bruh 

i’m the boss i aine taking pay cuts 
toyota pop with the beige guts
i gotta see what ya made of
skin on shoe is a gator!

i always fuck with that flavor 
props 2 them niggas no hating!

they be the real inspiration 
when i lost that i lost patience
pop left me went vacant 
13 years thats crazy 

link with the crew we might skate up the block
i want a cuban link not from new top
killed the whole tour killed every stop
i feel alone when i think bout a lot
money galore for success of the plot
super go dummy we blanking it out
word 2 my mommy she know what i’m bout !

MIXED by 454

from me 2 you [PROD. 454]

● LYRICS●
Pretty little, pre-
Your lie, lie (Yeah, uh, yeah)

[Verse: Freddie Gibbs & Benny The Butcher]
I was just f***ing them girls, I was gon' get right back
I had a line on that soft, I was gon' switch it to crack
I stuck to tires like I'm fixing a flat, swimming through racks
Cooked my first zip, lost six, brought twenty-two back
Bitch, what you trippin' on?
Just sold a brick, still down to whip a song
I don't even fuck with the dawg, straight cutting fentanyl
She asked me if I'm f***ing her friend, just know I'm hitting y'all
Fuck an opp, two-fifty round drums when I give it to y'all
And it'll make The Shade Room if these bloggers knew who I'm fucking
It'll make the same news if the feds knew who I'm plugging
You bought sixty grams off me, I probably threw in a dozen
You need a dope boy, bitch, fuck you gon' do with a husband?

[Pre-Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Bitch, I been on The Shade Room, got three baby mamas, I'm thuggin
TMZ been at my house, taking pictures, all of a sudden
Heard the DEA, they tossing indictments, they want to cuff him
I'ma leave up out the country with fake ID like McLovin

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Bitch, what you trippin' on?
Thirty-six raw, cut that with acetone
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, get hard, they hit the crack phone
(Bitch, what you trippin' on?)
Thirty-six raw, cut that with acetone
Saturday and Sunday, I only talk on the family phone (Shit)

[Interlude: Freddie Gibbs & Benny The Butcher]
These motherfuckers out here talking about, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm tired of- I'm tired of all these niggas talking about this whole dope shit, the drug shit, nigga
Nigga, I made it to the motherfucking GRAMMY's, nigga
You talking 'bout ''Shit, I'll show you the raw'', nigga (Yo, yo)

[Verse 2: Benny The Butcher & Freddie Gibbs]
I treat her like coke, get her wet, then hit her with the ice
Reward a single bitch that's faithful to a nigga with a wife
Plug hate me like I ran off with bundles and fucked his wife
Migo stabbed me in the eye, hit a dirty knife for the night
You ain't never been in a gang war if you don't know my life
Feds got me up on the gang board, VL for life
Big Rabbit got a package, goddamn it, I keep a Sprite
When Obama got elected, I caught a case with a wife (Yeah)
Bitch, what you trippin' on?
They want to know how I feel about Mach workin' with West
Why would I give a fuck? I'm rich already, I wish him the best
Played the game where a brick get you death, A hit get you less
Judged for the number on your shirt, but it won't be Mitchell & Ness
You like to claim her, the truth is we shared the bitch, so I guess
I sent her back with some cash in her purse and dick on her breath, yeah
I make my girl a star too from buying all that yola
Gang hit again, y'all hoes still crying in Toyotas

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Bitch, what you trippin' on?
Thirty-six raw, cut that with acetone
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, get hard, they hit the crack phone
(Bitch, what you trippin' on?)
Thirty-six raw, cut that with acetone
Saturday and Sunday, I only talk on the family phone (Bitch, what you trippin' on?)

[Outro: Benny The Butcher]
This for my nigga Doug
First nigga ever gave me a brick, man
How i'm gon' forget you?
That's a chance, you'll be kiddin' me, haha
Federal district attorney
BSF, nigga

Freddie Gibbs - McLovin (Ft.Benny the Butcher) (unreleased)

SNOOZE (SAVON UKG REMIX)

SMOKIN ON MY EX PACK (DNB REMIX)

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454 - CANDY (PROD. FEARDORIAN)

Mixed + Produced By 454
Mastered By Joe Laporta at Sterling Sound.
Artwork By @WORKSBYCHIO

Lyrics:
pray 4 my g’s in the streets hope they make it out 
i use to listen to tracks on my daily route
boys wanna clone it’s okay cause i hate the style 
i get the money for me when they rake it out
baby blue chevy can’t wait to we bring it out 
engine so loud it be singing like jill scott
64’ vert sitting outside on 13’s
she got a apple bottom with the jeans 
discreet when i leave like og
paint the whole block with acrylic like chris
i know that it’s gas when i sneeze 
pontiac zz top T’d
switch color ima bleed my jeans 
heel flip drop knee like Neen 
televised we don't need no screens 
bus ride taking trips from King yeaaa!
pop goes the weasel baby you know that they see us 
one in a million aaliyahhh
risking it all for the c-notes just like i’m cleo 
upping it right at ya g-code 
oahu with stitch like i’m lilo 
we want bread right off tops like it’s brioche
money come in you start thinking you need more 
we need some friends that’s somebody to lean on

what’s up friend!?
how you feel?!
silent hill!
i get chillsss

ay that’s real 
but i still want the house on the hill
area code switch where i live
pop it like pill
park place, spinning like wheel
quick to slap a nigga like will

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