Str8 Slammin Lyrics - Cold Day In Hell - Freddie Gibbs

Can you picture a nigga out here clocking cash and 

Pulling stick ups, I guess I had to Glock and mask it 

Nine zippers, let's bust that open, cut and bag it 

Water whipper, I'm in the kitchen Str8 Slammin' 

Thug niggas, and drug dealers, that's all I hang with 

Puffing Swishers, and fucking hoes, we on the same shit 

In the kitchen, gon' whip my weight up to a mansion 

Eight figures, that's what I call Str8 Slammin 

G.I. thuggin 

Yes picture this Midwest nigga rollin 

Hardrock hustling 

Bitches stick to the dick cuz you know a nigga holding 

Living on some pimp shit 

I'mma let y'all chase hoes, I'mma get chosen 

Keep a bitch dick whipped 

Got a whole lotta broads that'll bust that open 

Fresh up off a straight dope stain 

I know my clothes still smell like cocaine 

The real niggas understand 

I ain't trying to be the man 

If you put it in my hands, it'll go mayne 

I keep a whole thing or better pushed to the side 

Got like 32 bells of bubba kush in the ride 

If you wanna get high, all drugs I provide 

Getting my thug on where I preside 

Nigga been bust at, still I survive 

Push packs and I live to tell it in my raps 

Lost a couple homies, I can never get em back 

Life got me stressed, so I'm twisting up a sack 

I'm street certified, nigga -- check my stats 

Back up to the wall cause I'm coming up to bat 

And these little niggas said they got racks on racks 

So the stick up man had to put the tax on the tax 

Got damn 

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Fuck what I'm worth 

Still out here on the grind 

Trying to stack racks 

Racks on racks, never caught slipping 

Nigga get wrong, it's a toe tag 

Fucks with the hood 

Still eat good 

Hanging with the killers with the black masks 

They will kidnap your wife and kids 

You niggas don't want that 

Do what we gotta do to make it 

Hope them jackers won't take it 

If a nigga violate me I heard my young nigga's gon erase em 

I don't fight over no bitches but I kill for bread 

And I don't hang out with no niggas that sleep with Feds 

Ride down on your block with that chopper, let that bitch go 

If you try to open shop up, that shit closed 

Money and the power 

What we hustle for? 

We already run ya house, ain't no kicking doors 

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