Death Row lyrics

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, Kane season
Twinkle on the beat, yeah
Twinkle on the beat, yeah
Whoa Kenny
Yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Smoking with a package then the package get you f*cked off
When they sent the po-po to my door but y'all was ducked off
f*ckin' up a plate of sushi wontons with the duck sauce
Sent the pack of doggy to Milwaukee, f*ckin' Bucks 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 f*ck me now
f*ck me now, busy button down, bust it down
f*ck the ones, throw some hundreds down
Hundred pack, fifty pack, shippin' twenty piece
Chicken bucket, chicken nugget, b*tch I feed the streets
Chopper block, mix that dope up with that Fetty Wap (1738)
Watch it drop, b*tch I started sellin' ready rock, f*ck 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 di*k or not?

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
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 pus*y in the studio like Death Row, Death Row
Chopper give a n*gga Death Row, Death Row
f*ck 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
[Verse 2: 03 Greedo]
Cruisin' through the city in my oh-eighteen (skrrt)
Sendin' the b*tches, 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' sh*t
Brrrt my ad-lib, Drummer Gang, we generous
We gon' give your ass the blues 'cause we ain't never givin' sh*t
Everybody generals 'cause everybody militant
Drummer Gang the Army, the Navy, we killin' sh*t, ooh

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
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 pus*y in the studio like Death Row, Death Row
Chopper give a n*gga Death Row, Death Row
f*ck 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