Freddie Gibbs - Still Livin lyrics

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[Freddie Gibbs] What you know boy (x14) [Verse 1] I’m still livin like a dope dealer And these streets they got no mercy on a broke nigga Gangsta Island so all my niggas gang bangers Girls come get your cook up I came up with the cane slangers And I grew up next door to the dopeman Chevy red CL coupe clean as a coke can DEA been doing surveillance they in the dope van Nowadays they pay Walter Payton that’s 34 bands Yea, I’m still living like a jack boy Got your family wrapped up in tape, I’m 'bout the sack boy And I heard it ain’t where you from it’s where you at boy Make sure every place that I’m at next to the strap boy Killing em, shit from these verses put holes in hearses And these truckers need some product to purchase some at their service Used to sale my yellow and nextel play for the chirpers Ain’t no doubt we don’t check out CTE they close the curtains [Hook] And I’m still, still livin like a dope dealer Finger on the trigger I ain’t taking shit from no nigga Still, I’m still living like a dope boy Wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic what you know boy And I’m still, still livin like a dope dealer Finger on the trigger I ain’t taking shit from no nigga Still, I’m still living like a dope boy Wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic what you know boy [Verse 2] Still cashing that dope check Guns and contraband on deck Street said that I marked for death And might be the one to give smoked next Might fuck around might beat it down That ass round and that throat wet You a pussy boy straight cold Tecs Got a hundred rounds bitch hold that Bitch hold that, bitch hold up Bitch know what that 4 bust Bought a 14 of that straight hard And served every geeker that rolled up That straight trap with no raps with me OT but they pack with me Moonwalking on dope bitch I know real niggas on Jackson street 25th, 49th, cali kush over night Come back to my store dawg but make sure you got your order right And my shop might close up so make sure you put your orders in Just another day another dollar ducking court again Wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic watching out Winter summer spring fall nigga shovel snow And if I could I’d dig a tunnel straight to Mexico Pass me my strap I think the police at my door because I’m [Hook]

[Freddie Gibbs]

What you know boy (x14)

[Verse 1]

I’m still livin like a dope dealer

And these streets they got no mercy on a broke nigga

Gangsta Island so all my niggas gang bangers

Girls come get your cook up

I came up with the cane slangers

And I grew up next door to the dopeman

Chevy red CL coupe clean as a coke can

DEA been doing surveillance they in the dope van

Nowadays they pay Walter Payton that’s 34 bands

Yea, I’m still living like a jack boy

Got your family wrapped up in tape, I’m 'bout the sack boy

And I heard it ain’t where you from it’s where you at boy

Make sure every place that I’m at next to the strap boy

Killing em, shit from these verses put holes in hearses

And these truckers need some product to purchase some at their service

Used to sale my yellow and nextel play for the chirpers

Ain’t no doubt we don’t check out CTE they close the curtains

[Hook]

And I’m still, still livin like a dope dealer

Finger on the trigger I ain’t taking shit from no nigga

Still, I’m still living like a dope boy

Wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic what you know boy

And I’m still, still livin like a dope dealer

Finger on the trigger I ain’t taking shit from no nigga

Still, I’m still living like a dope boy

Wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic what you know boy

[Verse 2]

Still cashing that dope check

Guns and contraband on deck

Street said that I marked for death

And might be the one to give smoked next

Might fuck around might beat it down

That ass round and that throat wet

You a pussy boy straight cold Tecs

Got a hundred rounds bitch hold that

Bitch hold that, bitch hold up

Bitch know what that 4 bust

Bought a 14 of that straight hard

And served every geeker that rolled up

That straight trap with no raps with me

OT but they pack with me

Moonwalking on dope bitch I know real niggas on Jackson street

25th, 49th, cali kush over night

Come back to my store dawg but make sure you got your order right

And my shop might close up so make sure you put your orders in

Just another day another dollar ducking court again

Wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic watching out

Winter summer spring fall nigga shovel snow

And if I could I’d dig a tunnel straight to Mexico

Pass me my strap I think the police at my door because I’m

[Hook]