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Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - Something to Rap About (feat. Tyler, The Creator) (Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
Vocals
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Programming
David T. Walker
David T. Walker
Sampled Artist
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Frederick Jamel Tipton
Frederick Jamel Tipton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Rich Gains
Rich Gains
Recording Engineer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Additional Engineer

Lyrics

Bitch Nigga Nigga bitch Oogie-boogie nigga Sniff it up Fuck nigga, came to my section on Sunday, didn't even bring shit or bottles Just ate, drank and dipped, fuck nigga Hey, ya Scammin' niggas maxin' out, ratchet bitches actin' out God made me sell crack, so I had somethin' to rap about Lobster lollipops and crustaceans, so what you mad about? I fucked you twice in Vegas, that pussy wasn't shit to brag about And I can't draw for shit, but I knocked a bitch that I paid to sit Magnums and some sweet airmatics, yeah, bitch I came equipped I'm don't do no sucker shit, no ho' mistletoe and Christmas exchanging gifts She don't like it, bitch can punch out, niggas be changin' shifts, yeah You niggas bringin' out the old me I'm tryna live to ninety-three and see the old me When I touched that crack, I let them crackers take control of me Serve the piece, caprice, ain't got no heat, man, it was cold G Record labels downed me forty thousand on my first advance Fucked up on my taxes, IRS kept me on payment plans Crime fuckin' pays, but once you paid, you gotta pay the man Straight survival, right hand on the Bible, I won't take the stand, yeah VL niggas trap it out Lord let me hit this so, so I have something to rap about Been through shit with hoes that I look back and I can laugh about This shit wasn't no joke, sittin' in that cage, this shit was draggin' out Diego trippin' cause I'm sittin', ain't no package out You robbed the plug, kicked in the door and cleaned the mattress out Right back in the trap, these niggas bringin' out the old me I'm tryna live to ninety-three to see the old me Nail is in the coffin, Freddie sent me this shit This sound like the boat I haven't bought yet This sound like the moment I jump off it Sun shinin', cold water, feelin' in my pocket This lake water better than the faucet I grew up with We hold our breath like grudges 'til we nauseous We hop out, let the sun dry us, like raisins We get dressed in some Gucci or Lacoste, shit it's amazing We look like Polo ads but skin is dark and I gotta move cautious, 'cause niggas malicious, they come from the trenches I used to be a Goblin under them bridges, now I'm up in this man I started gettin' mula as young and now I got bigger hands To hold them, if I got too much on me, I know my niggas can I keep my circle tight like tops, nothin' corn, no crops You messy and get cleaned up with the mop I went to school and I ain't miss it a lot So I can be around niggas like you and learn how to keep my distance I, cut some niggas off on some hater shit niggas said to me R.I.P. T's 'cause these motherfuckers is dead to me Nail is in the coffin murder, murder I'm sick of y'all niggas and I ain't coughin', I know me Y'all often anxious, lost in y'all thoughts and I don't relate So keep that energy away from me Don't blame me, 'cause you ain't got it figured out You ain't got the bigger house, the jig is up You jealous dawg, my afro long, I'll pick it out Like cotton on some basic, shit is off We ain't adjacent I'm grounded like the pavement, we ain't linkin' like the bracelet broke Better get your wrist that hold, on that thought, you gettin' gold The fuck away, 'cause niggas'll get they faces broke I just got a thumbs up and niggas go like "Good job" You better find a shoe store and get your sole Get it quick and slip it on And I'll be in Mykonos, lemonade, sippin' slow Jumpin' in the water off that boat I haven't bought yet Bitch One take Let me hear that I meant to say Mykonos, haha I think a thing is dying from alcohol but I'm afraid But if you write dope shit, it doesn't do any good what you die It is to teach these parents to be civilized people, becau...
Writer(s): Alan Maman, David Tyrone Walker, Fredrick Jamel Tipton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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