Freddie Gibbs
Bugatti Bullet Holes
[Verse]
I was half-baked, a hundred percent up in this shit
Momma can't sleep she, thinking of losin' her son up in this shit
Whippin' the key, I swear it's a hundred guns up in this bitch
Keepin' the heat, the Gary police might run up in this bitch
N***as where I'm from don't surrender, we shoot it out
We like them Tanner boys, give 'em life and they duke it out
You lookin' for that work I got beacoup under my couch
Aye y'all 15, 16 year old shooters up in my house
Labeled a menace, n***a
Bitch beaters, I send you pussies to the dentist, n***a
Orthodontist, the barber college
I give these n***as fades, straight tapers and chili bowls
He woke up in a brand new Bugatti with bullet holes
Fightin' for his life, heart rushin' and blood gushin'
Shake somethin', n***as corporate, but ain't thuggin'
Bitch, eight somethin', in the mornin', I'm up whippin'
Bitch I'm 'bout to break somethin', take somethin'
We set trippin' on these neutron ass n***as
Claim they ballin', but can't make a bond ass n***as
50 percent of fools I grew up with be out here snitchin'
So I keep my circle tight, you fuck with me I get you missin'
Y'll clippin' stitches for these neutron ass n***as
Give up your homie just to cut your time ass n***as
Fifty percent of fools I grew up with be out here snitchin'
So I keep a my circle tight, you fuck with me I get you missin'
Bitch, pay attention, Gangsta Gibbs
Vanderslice, n***a
[Outro]
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