Set Set Lyrics - Freddie Gibbs

Cook cocaine, put numbers on the set, well who you fuck with? 

I just cut four pills up in the deal up in the dope mix 

Just fucked up my smoke 'cause ain't my smoker got my dope kicked 

Bitch it ain't no snitching, play cutthroat you get your throat slit 

Bust down to Phillipe, I cop a Tec, I got my Rolls blinged 

Got expensive taste, won't even take head from a broke bitch 

Smoke that kush and pop them perkies, drank and snort that blow bitch 

Back when I was broke, 

wouldn't even take head from a broke bitch, bitch 

Or a slut bag or a thot thot 

I was seventeen with a knot knot 

Never chopped rocks in the slot box 

Shout out to my niggas on the lot lot 

We gon' shut it down when the narcs out 

Hurt a fuck nigga feelings when you go and 

fuck up a check at the car lot God damn 

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Strap on my lap, hop out 

Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop 

Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops 

Pull up on the set, doo doo 

Strap on my lap, hop out 

Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop 

Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops 

Pull up on the set, doo doo 

A hunnid karats on my neck, I put it on the set set 

And my wrist is dripping wet, I put it in the set set 

Copping foreigns off the lot, I brought it to the set set 

Nigga pop and drop a opp I did it for the set set 

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Whip it, whip it 

Whip it, whip it, whip it hard 

Ain't no witness, no weapon, my nigga I beat the charge 

Gotta ice a nigga so i'mma swipe a nigga 

put the brand new choppers on the Visa card 

Told that pussy nigga that this ain't no 

motherfucking movie but you gotta play your part 

Get you cut for it, snap and put it on the what boy 

All these rappers got humungous 

choppers but I swear they got some baby nuts boy 

If you ever bought a chain back from a robber nigga you a fuck boy 

Putting duct tape on the whole fam, 

flexing for the Gram get you touched boy 

Who you trust boy? God damn 

Strap on my lap, hop out 

Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop 

Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops 

Pull up on the set, doo doo 

Strap on my lap, hop out 

Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop 

Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops 

Pull up on the set, doo doo 

A hunnid karats on my neck, I put it on the set set 

And my wrist is dripping wet, I put it in the set set 

Copping foreigns off the lot, I brought it to the set set 

Nigga pop and drop a opp I did it for the set set