Freddie Gibbs - Str8 Killa lyrics

rate me

Five shots to the face, that'll do the trick

But I'll before I do you, bitch

for the 223 for the fuck niggas you moving with

And it feel like 'em when I'm on this robbing spree

Snatching on these simple-ass niggas claim they gon' murder something

Niggas been talking bout murkin' the Gangster, you hoes ain't murkin'

nothing

To the street shit a nigga never been no stranger, choppers? Keep a couple

dozen

Never been the bird man, but I done robbed a couple of 'em

I get such a rush as I watch 'em beg for they fucking life

Reaper came down and hit the switch and turned off your fucking lights

Bitches be like, "Don't talk to Freddie, that nigga crazy"

When I first jumped off the porch older niggas tried to play me, but I got

Big balls, big paws on a small puppy

Now I'm the big dog and you mutts ain't got nothing for me

Fresh out the guts, most niggas fear it, few niggas love it

Just give me my motherfucking money

Cause all I got is...

Straight killa, no filla

No sipping for a ho

Ain't taking shit from no nigga

I came up in the fingers with jackers and dro dealers

Sorry partner but I can't be rolling with ya

I gots to get my cheese...

Been in the streets too long, nigga I gotta shine

Yeah, I might hate doing wrong but bitch I gotta grind

Daughter need shoes, my sons need clothes

Two baby mamas fussing, I ain't stunting these hoes

I'm slamming them Chevy do's

Lord Kill behind the wheel

Gittin' mo' and sliding them boulders out the Bonneville

You say go hard, but his momma will

Jacked him for his package, dropped his body off behind a mill

Big Kill! Bitch I'm known to pull a 211

Them Gary police are scared of that 187

I see 'em on me so I

San Antonio to Dayton, get back on the feds

Nigga got that straight drop, hand block stay hot

Girls say he bought to flesh a nigga, bitch I think not

.45 sands leave you leaking out your tank top

Fuck with me I'm down to let them things pop

Cause I got that...

Straight killa, no filla

No sipping for a ho

Ain't taking shit from no nigga

I came up in the fingers with jackers and dro dealers

Sorry partner but I can't be rolling with ya

I gots to get my cheese...