Freddie Gibbs - Knicks (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Smokin’ the cally ice

Book a challenge on my wrist

U.S is a challenge doin’ this

They can push it

They’re rappin’

They’re callin’ you in the back

I’ll be getting back on the tax nigga

I got to sell a nickel back

Elementary Mathematics , nigga can you add?

Standin’ by my window with the full clip

Another neighbor whistlin’ in the bed every weak

And fuck the police bitch

I guess I got to sell a nickel back

I got to sell a nickel back nigga

Real killer ,drug dealer

I got to sell a nickel back

Real killer ,drug dealer

I got to sell a nickel back

The same night Chris Jobs watched Coby

It was on Sunday

I had a hunt day

Then I crashed it

Leather jacket like slashed it

Downtown bound, Julie Brown

All the hoochies wanna do me now

Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson

You ever had to take a shit while you're tripping?!

Balls off, all the homies on the ball court

Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk

I'm not the one for all the small talk

I’m like Cristopher Lloyd

Big noise

Mike Tyson doing endos on the harrow

I got to sell a nickel back,bitch

I got to sell a nickel back,bitch

I got to sell a nickel back,bitch

I got to sell a nickel back,bitch

Real killer ,drug dealer

I got to sell a nickel back, bitch

Real killer ,drug dealer

I got to sell a nickel back

Close to the niggaz that do their bids on motel shit

Niggaz be doin’ the long stretches

Not that we’re hardless

We’re just using our hearts less

You know stress cause niggaz the 4th feeling

Lost strips on a nigga that hustled on dog strips

And streets corners so many

Police wants us

Remember older niggaz and owners

Got a front row city

To watch niggaz move

Got no class like a nigga that skips school

The cops scream on the corners

Peace!

I got to sell a nickel back,bitch

I got to sell a nickel back,bitch

Real killer ,drug dealer

I got to sell a nickel back,bitch

Real killer ,drug dealer

I got to sell a nickel back,bitch

Real killer ,drug dealer

It’s like they caught me red handed

Watch how they keep their 47s sticked up to granny

And I want all the rounds of applause

And the audience

The happiest days of my life

Been takin’ from me

Now I’m just a slave to the mic

Wait

Hold up

I don’t think this chain fit me right

And should let you finish too

I’m at the finish line

I should have finished school

Now you’re at the finish line

So hide them in the shoe

Don’t get to take the show and use them as tools

Bitch

I got to sell a nickel back,bitch

I got to sell a nickel back,bitch

Real killer ,drug dealer

I got to sell a nickel back,bitch

Real killer ,drug dealer

I got to sell a nickel back,bitch