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Freddie Gibbs - Get Lit Or Die Tryin’ lyrics

Artist: Freddie Gibbs

album: On GOD


Girl, I ain't just anybody, 12 o'clock on Kawasakis
Usually I'm drunk, fucked up, off that Henny probably
Gat tucked, might catch a body
Last nigga tried to rob me, swear to God, can't even find him
Get lit or die tryin'
Girl, I ain't just anybody, 12 o'clock on Kawasakis
Usually I'm drunk, fucked up, off that Henny probably
Gat tucked, might catch a body
Last nigga tried to rob me, swear to God, can't even find him
Get lit or die tryin'
Get lit or die tryin'
Roll with the rock, it is not science
This is my life, fuck his life
Who's dyin'?
You are (brr), really, I ain't (brr), bullet's flyin' (brr, grrah, bah)
Don't know if you know this
But money equals hoes and
Wanna make the pack spread out
Better add some Fentanyl in it
'Bout to cook the cocaine with it
Got baking soda, whip, whip
That's my granddaddy, not my pappy-pappy
My grandmammy usеd to hide the package
I bе geeked up, strapped in, blue steel, Mac 10's
Glocks poppin', German Rugers move in slow motion while I'm reloadin'
Got a beam on it, now that beam on ya
Yeah, nigga, Cuban linked, pink fur, big rings
Haters don't like me, police won't slight me
I'ma fill in the fuckin' melody later, tomorrow, I think
I'ma get me another motherfuckin' drink, kiss up the pink
Girl, I ain't just anybody, 12 o'clock on Kawasakis
Usually I'm drunk, fucked up, off that Henny probably
Gat tucked, might catch a body
Last nigga tried to rob me, swear to God, can't even find him
Get lit or die tryin'
Girl, I ain't just anybody, 12 o'clock on Kawasakis
Usually I'm drunk, fucked up, off that Henny probably
Gat tucked, might catch a body
Last nigga tried to rob me, swear to God, can't even find him
Get lit or die tryin'
She don't get no Birkin, unless she squirtin'
I don't know why, but bitches trust me like they surgeon
On the road to riches, the plot thickens
But so do the women, here's my story from the beginnin'
My life like Blue Steel, Chrome Hearts
My life like, mwah, acid high, murda, Goyard
I rap like, I got an illness and this shit just won't stop
Pills in every hue, powder blue, even red ones
Move like the dopeman, a veteran in Vetements
Gucci sweatsocks, dirty Glocks, clean Benzo
His and her handguns might let off a couple
Cutthroat, bloodsoak, respect, I need upmost
I stuff money in the mattress, I stuff dick inside the actress
No girl could freak me, I'm way too nasty
Hi, my name is Meechy (woo)
Who are you exactly?
It doesn't even matter
Girl, I ain't just anybody, 12 o'clock on Kawasakis
Usually I'm drunk, fucked up, off that Henny probably
Gat tucked, might catch a body
Last nigga tried to rob me, swear to God, can't even find him
Get lit or die tryin'
Girl, I ain't just anybody, 12 o'clock on Kawasakis
Usually I'm drunk, fucked up, off that Henny probably
Gat tucked, might catch a body
Last nigga tried to rob me, swear to God, can't even find him
Get lit or die tryin'

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