.38 (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

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I don't think they know the time

I don't think they know the time

I don't think they know the time

I don't think they know the time

I don't think they know the time

Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the sign

Heard they goin' for the thirty straight

I can't lie, man that shit got me .38

Red hot, on fire

Glass pot, on fire

Red dot, on fire

Five shots, on fire

Uh, oh, your's boy's back

And he way too flashy, got my toys back

****, I just left the lot, I ain't come to play

He pull me for my dealer tag, fuck you tryin' to say?

Know some **** doin' ten, blame it on the yay

Clip hold a half a hundred, blame it on the K

Still the realest **** in it, these **** CB4

This is, Fuck A **** Records, and I'm the CEO

Got them stacked long and wide like some Lego blocks

This ain't even a real home, this my Lego spot

You ever seen so much money in a duffle bag?

Soon as you open up the zipper, bitch the duffel brag

I don't think they know the time

Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the sign

Heard they goin' for the thirty straight

I can't lie, man that shit got me .38

Red hot, on fire

Glass pot, on fire

Red dot, on fire

Five shots, on fire

I'm in that purple Lamb', lookin' like some dirty Sprite

Catchin' passes with them birds, yeah, that Roddy White

Where I'm from things hot, and that talk is cheap

And ain't nobody hearin' shit, 'cause they tryna eat

All they can eat, buffet style

**** sellin' anything, buffet wild

DB9 stupid grill, yeah, that overbite

Need me nine stupid deals, this shit is overpriced

Got a vacuum sealed up, that's to hide the scent

So much that if they pull you over, smell it through the vent

If them peoples hit the lights, I be a nervous wreck

When you don't fear nothin' but the lights, now that's a nervous check

I don't think they know the time

Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the sign

Heard they goin' for the thirty straight

I can't lie, man that shit got me .38

Red hot, on fire

Glass pot, on fire

Red dot, on fire

Five shots, on fire

That black tee with them nice hoodie

The ski mask is my uniform

You know I heard your homies don't like them

If they the right price I might go shootin' 'em for you

Take the heaters out on you ho cakes

****'s took a stand on that dope case

You got murked out chillin' at a bird house

You should of seen the look on that ho face

When we kicked the doors off the hinge

**** that don't know walled out to win

Six feet deep when you catch a **** 'sleep in the streets

Man I bet he won't doze off again

**** took a Chevy and blowed off the lid

Show a hundred pounds and balled that bitch

A couple hundred shots will hold off the pigs

Till my homeboys Will, get home off his bed

I'ma still do stickups, two Mossberg pumps in the pickup

Everybody keep your cool 'cause if anybody move

The bust shots tear your whole clique up

**** get rushed out, the ambulance lifts up, lift off

Face in his ribcage, ripped off

**** tax thirty badges for the thirty-six

I'd rather rob and steal than flip soft, I'ma stay on (Fire)

I don't think they know the time

Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the sign

Heard they goin' for the thirty straight

I can't lie, man that shit got me .38

Red hot, on fire

Glass pot, on fire

Red dot, on fire

Five shots, on fire

Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the sign

I can't lie, man that shit got me .38

I don't think they know the time

I don't think they know the time