Tim Westwood Crib Session Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]

I'm a cold motherf*cker with the sh*t
Dump a ice bucket on my wrist
She ain't f*ckin' I ain't f*ckin' with the b*tch
I remember when I used to hit the cluckers with the whip
4 a.m. I got a kitchen full of customers and sh*t
Got 'em beamin' up the scotty
Freddie bout to throw a powder party
Forgiatos on that four-door Maserati
Got that Cutlass 442
It sound like Nascar when you start it
b*tch don't play I pull that trigger like Carmelo at the garden
What you know about it?
Robbin' for the powder
100 in the trunk I bet you all them b*tches solid
7 Series BM, I got all these b*tches flockin'
Plan to get this sh*t legit I know the county's gonna be watchin'
Bumpin' 40 with my 40. caliber I'm on my J.O
And I hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo for my mayo
But f*ck it though, my youngin' threw some stacks out on the table
Said that birdie thang' could go for 40 tre but that's o.k. though
Let my tombstone quote
Motherf*ck bein' broke
So bury me with 20, 30 k and somethin' to smoke
Tell em' f*ck a eulogy just read some gutter sh*t I wrote
Pour some henny on the corner, roll a blunt and make a toast
To a real n*gga, Trill n*gga'
Still thuggin' in the field with ya'
My little n*ggas they be up and skippin' class in the mornin'
Kush pack blowin'
Gonna smoke him and his homie, bought em' all a pair of Jordan's
And I'm living like a Eastside Rider, Straight grinder
I know n*ggas with the 5 pack of white china
And it's hard to do the rappin', leave this life behind ya'
When i'm countin' up 100 k on my recliner
Lazy-boy, Praise this boy
Gary street's couldn't plague this boy
Made this boy
Do some cold things for a dollar
Take a n*gga' for ransom, He in the trunk of my Impala
For the blocka blocka
All my noggas chillin' in the 6
Bumpin' that Cali Ice Bucket Challenge on my wrist
Young and black in the U.S. it's a challenge to exist
Stove a thousand degrees, I'ma graduate to a brick
I be gradually gettin' chips
All my smokers coppin' the pack of that package
If you can move it I give you points on the pack, n*gga'
Gangsta Gibbs baby ahaha

Westwood we in this thang' mayne'!