Death Row Lyrics - Freddie Gibbs

Yeah, Kane season 

Twinkle on the beat, yeah 

Twinkle on the beat, yeah 

Whoa Kenny 

Yeah yeah yeah 

Smoking with a package then the package get you fucked off 

When they sent the po-po to my door but y'all was ducked off 

Fuckin' up a plate of sushi wontons with the duck sauce 

Sent the pack of doggy to me, walkin' fuckin' buff soft 

Pick your phone up, I just touched down with the bow wow 

Pick your phone up, I just touched down with the puppy chow 

Puttin' zones up, got a brick, 

I'm 'bout to bust it down, pick your phone up 

Bet that rat ho wanna fuck me now, fuck me now 

Busy button down, bust it down 

Fuck the month, throw some hundreds down 

Hundred pack, fifty pack, shippin' twenty piece 

Chicken bucket, chicken nugget, bitch I feed the streets 

Chopper block, mix that dope up with that Fetty Wap (1738) 

Watch it drop, bitch I started sellin' ready rock, fuck a pot 

You don't make a G a day you can't sit in the spot 

Ho keep lookin' at me, you gon' suck this dick or not? 

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Take a bag, bust a lick, and run a check ho, a check ho 

Bet them VV's in my neck glow 

I just might go throw a Rollie on my next ho 

Beat the pussy in the studio like Death Row, Death Row 

Chopper give a nigga Death Row, Death Row 

Fuck a rookie, need a vet ho 

I just might go throw a Rollie on my next ho 

Hundred kilos in my trunk, I might get Death Row 

Cruisin' through the city in my oh-eighteen (skrrt) 

Sendin' the bitches, servin' the fiends (ooh) 

Ridin' through the street, just caught a lick (yeah) 

Take that flip and I caught my first brick (ayy) 

I'm a Baby Loc cri-ni-nip, role model ni-ni-nip 

I ain't got the swag and got the sauce, I got the dri-ni-nip 

I can do a feature, do a show, and hit the dealership 

Ask Channel 7, people say I'm really dealin' shit 

Brrrt my ad-lib, Drummer Gang, we generous 

We gon' give your ass the blues 'cause we ain't never givin' shit 

Everybody generals 'cause everybody militant 

Drummer Gang the Army, the Navy, we killin' shit, ooh 

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Take a bag, bust a lick, and run a check ho, a check ho 

Bet them VV's in my neck glow 

I just might go throw a Rollie on my next ho 

Beat the pussy in the studio like Death Row, Death Row 

Chopper give a nigga Death Row, Death Row 

Fuck a rookie, need a vet ho 

I just might go throw a Rollie on my next ho 

Hundred kilos in my trunk, I might get Death Row