Straight Ballin’ lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, n*gga
Yo, motherf*ckers better know
G.I.'s finest in the motherf*ckin' building
Midwest to do it
Ga–Gangsta Gibbs, n*gga
Let's get it, a'ight
219, what up?
'Bout to let these motherf*ckers know
Yeah, yo

[Verse 1]
I'm up before the sunrise, first they hit the block
Pocket full of weed, sellin' dimes at the bus stop
Learn to throw them thangs; give my skinny little ass [?]
And n*ggas laugh till the first mothef*cker got blasted
I put the n*gga in his casket, now they coverin' the bast*rd in plastic
I smoke a half-an-ounce a day, I stay burnin' the hay
Never knew that one day I'll be on the corner slangin' yay yay
Chased by the Five-O, f*ck them hoes
In my city, man, it's all about survival
We gotta get up and get it, cook it, bag it and flip it
And we [?] if the pigs ever play us a visit
If you lookin' for that product, then I'm open for business
And I can get you what you need if yo [?] sufficient
They say: "How do you survive on the block tryna grind it?"
G.I. where the young n*ggas die, tell momma don't cry
Even when they kill me, they can never take the game from a real G
I'm straight ballin'
[Interlude]
Yeah, n*gga, straight motherf*ckin' ballin'
The industry, I don't have a motherf*ckin' contract
It's Big Bizness, b*tch, yeah, Gibbs
Y'all motherf*ckers better get ready for this sh*t, n*gga

[Verse 2]
My pockets stay on swole
I got a chicken every town that'll cook a meal for me, they ain't let me bust it down
When it come to my money, homie, I never f*ck around
Silencer on my chopper, I can kill you without a sound
Dressin' down like a [?], but only on the block
Keep a Glock and my money in a knot, motherf*ck the cops
I'm gettin' high, think I'll die if I don't get no [?]
I'm in the [?], but I'm ridin' like it's a Benz
I hit the strip and let my music [?]
Sippin' liquor and I'm lookin' for some hoes to f*ck
I'm gettin' low on blow, I need to call my n*gga Dealo
Cop another ounce, I wish it was a kilo
I need money in a major way, I'm 'bout to f*ck yo b*tch
I heard that hoe gettin' payed today, n*gga
You other motherf*ckers crawlin'
I got them thug-ass n*ggas from the G with me, we straight ballin'

[Outro]
Yeah, n*gga, this what it is
Y'all motherf*ckers [?] and get off a n*gga di*k, you know what I'm sayin'?
Get on yo motherf*ckin' paper
Y'all motherf*ckers is acting real emotional, acting like b*tches, less than G's right now
We straight motherf*ckin' ballin, you know what I'm sayin'?
Killin' it, n*gga, 'bout this paper, like I said, you get yours
Damned if I don't, damned if you n*ggas do
Huh, you hatin' Freddie Gibbs, n*gga, motherf*ck you, n*gga
Hahahaha, y'all n*ggas be really amazin' me, man, for real, man
You know what I'm sayin', diss records and sh*t, talkin' sh*t
Having b*tches callin' the phone, hangin' up and sh*t
Breathin' on the phone, man, hahaha
Y'all n*ggas is b*tches, man, for real, man
Like I said though, you know, you know what I'm sayin'?
Nah nah nah nah, but the sh*t that get me though in this motherf*cker is, you know what I'm sayin'
The motherf*ckers that rolled up on me when I was comin' out the G station or whatever
And pulled that sh*t, like, like
How the f*ck can you not hit a motherf*cker from five feet away?
Try again, buddy
n*gga still breathing, you know what I'm mean?
Hahahaha, y'all motherf*ckers silly, man
Let off a couple [?] and ain't hit sh*t, man
n*ggas go to the studio and get all in they raps
Sayin' who they hit and who they popped off and sh*t
Them n*ggas ain't doin' sh*t, man, it's Gibbs