Freddie Gibbs
Sputnick
[Intro]
Motherfucker
It's that shit you can't see on TV bitch
You know its crazy out here, crazy out here
Wassup my dogs man, where you at?
In my chat, run up to your spot like a fuckin narc'
This that shit to get high to, for you bitch ass
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[Verse 1 | Tedy Andreas]
Yeah, like Raekwon I bring the ruckus
Hardcore higher than the sputnik, hardcore lady fans love it
Yall think its fashion to bang colors, till real G's run up on you
Your eyes see his colours cause your brain malfunction
My Pakistani at the bodega keep me healthy
All the chopped cheese on the wheatbread, never meal prep
Extort feds with the street cred, till my warrants get dropped and my rеcords get a reset
Tеars dry, no reply to Adom after I bang this vine out
Yo shoutout to Amy Winehouse
Fifth grade Bill Nye episodes, spark the plug and my boy that experiment with a Pyrex
Your trash rhymes got me sidekicked
Won't stand the test of time I know thats hard for you to digest
Back when you were flippin' sidekicks, I was flippin' percocets holding my nuts with a tight grip
Long Island mini mansion with ADT cameras with range from Tacoma to Atlanta, the opera need a phantom
Ninja-black bands with my leg out the window like Juelz Santana
Rag-to-riches enterprisin', Moschino silk sheets tailor-fitted for the guy
Analyze energy, they want me on opposite side of those conniving
Pull the curtains in Continentals and spark my light up
(Peace)
[Chorus | Tedy Andreas & *Freddie Gibbs*]
Telephone calls from my dogs sayin' narcs got them locked oh yeah
Swear its crazy, its crazy, its crazy out here
Telephone calls from my moms money problems got me workin oh yeah
Swear its crazy, its crazy, its crazy out here
Telephone calls from my dogs sayin' narcs got them locked oh yeah
Swear its crazy, its crazy, its crazy out here
Telephone calls from my moms money problems got me workin oh yeah
Swear its crazy, *its crazy, its crazy out here*

[Verse 2 | Freddie Gibbs]
Telephone call from my dog, "got a song", did you rip it huh? yeah
'Cause im that type of n***a, set up shop and get it off another n***as projects
Space coupe blackened UFO, im only pulling up in foreign objects
When your bitch made, ya get slayed 'cause its crazy out here
I just hit the boy with the knowledge you been fillin' him
I can make him hit a hundred grand be the minimum
The forgiato floating like the tyres filled with helium
I'm tryna fuck a trust fund bitch and a get a million
Give me some extra hoes, we keeping the ones that fuck the rest can go
They know a n***a VVS get extra glow
These n***as handcuffin, bitches arrestin hoes, we keep pimpin though (Y-yeah)
Telephone calls to your broard "Did that pussy n***a drop you off?" yeah
Its different when you riding in the foreign, shit that n***a got you in a Honda (He ain't got you in that Porsche yet baby)
Space coupe blackened UFO, im only pulling up in foreign objects
Your bitch made, ya get slayed 'cause its crazy out here
[Chorus | Tedy Andreas]
Telephone calls from my dogs sayin' narcs got them locked oh yeah
Swear its crazy, its crazy, its crazy out here
Telephone calls from my moms money problems got me workin oh yeah
Swear its crazy, its crazy, its crazy out here
Telephone calls from my dogs sayin' narcs got them locked oh yeah
Swear its crazy, its crazy, its crazy out here
Telephone calls from my moms money problems got me workin oh yeah
Swear its crazy, its crazy, its crazy out here