Rabbit Island

Freddie Gibbs

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Jam, jam, jam, bitch
You know what I'm sayin'?
Get your notes together, nigga
Ayo

Slammin', Eastside, drugs in my bloodstream
Killer with the illegitimate funds, I got to scrub clean (Yeah, yeah)
Pussy had me too excited, picked up on the first ring
Chops are blowin', fucked that ho' to Joe, I made a love scene (Yeah, yeah)
Slangin' on this blade, steadily prayin' they don't cut me (Ah)
Hide my scars with Audemar, got diamond tenants up under the rug
Me bein' flooded from all the hoes that said I was ugly and wouldn't touch me
Tigers in my yard like Tyson, get to dicin', niggas is dusty
I'm on four ties and gold wives
Low on the supply, but if she fuckin', then I'm supplyin' (Yeah)
Like Pablo in the Bahamas, drop my dope off on Rabbit Island (Yeah)
I never crash out, I got my life set on auto-pilot
Suck me while I'm drivin', put the Cyber in auto-pilot (Yeah)
They said I was in a no-fly zone, I had no compliance
I had a couple of nothin'-ass hoes on my shoulders cryin'
He dumped her like a thot, he got the roster spot on the Lions
That's how we do, ho', yeah
Hahaha, he got you, now you think, I'ma fuck with you, huh?
'Cause all the bitch recent contacts was niggas that's on the contract
Ho', I know your salary cap, off the 'Gram, you in a Kia
Fuckin' hoes from all arenas, I ain't got no war with Caesar, bitch

Fuckin' hoes from all arenas, I ain't got no war with Caesar
Slangin' things, my shit bangin' like orangutans
Prices on my head, blood all over this paper, man
Yeah, check, check, yeah, check, check
Slangin' things, my shit bangin' like orangutans
Prices on my life, life is what you make it, man

Still thuggin', hoes frontin', niggas underrate me like Jalen Brunson
But, yo, I'm leavin' with somethin', I'm from around the way
Ho' can't take my crown away (Yeah)
Starvin' in that cell, feel like I lost like three, four pounds a day
Growin' up in the G, might have to duck at least four rounds a day
Don't wait 'round for no ambulance, bitch, andale
Murder always complicate, once it's up, it's out of space
Niggas want to have a kumbaya, but I can't conversate (Nah)
We kill 'em, we can't conversate (We can't conversate)
No more talk, that's for the weak
Got a brand new switchy with an itchy trigger finger, fuck a tweak (Hahaha)
And if you cross me in the street, I pray to God, you think it's sweet
I put some change up on your head and have your name stuck on your feet
I fuck your, I fuck your name up in the street
Like juicy smilin', label looked at your first week, that shit was cheeks
Rabbit bakin' cakes and all of these pussies gon' get a piece
Gangster 'caine, I ain't ashamed, like Jermaine, I won't delete, nigga
Fin poppin', opps droppin'
Handicapped that nigga, gave him front row parkin', I leave a bitch with options
Slangin' things, my shit bangin' like orangutans
Prices on my life, life is what you make it, man

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