Big Boss Rabbit - Freddie Gibbs

There's never any doubts in my mind

Because I'm the best in the world

Even though a lot of you don't like to hear that

I just, it's facts, I'm the best, you know what I mean?

I, sometimes, I don't wanna believe in myself

But it's the truth, I'm the best

And I'm just convinced, you know what I mean?

These fellas, how dare them challenge me

With their somewhat primiti-primitive skills

They're just as good as dead

Slammin', big MAC-11, back of the sevеn on some boss shit (Yeah)

I put that Presidеnt on my wrist and I got frostbit (Woo)

Stack it like Pringles, you want a single?

It's gon' cost you (Yeah)

Slow on that heroin, I don't sell them bitches too often (Ah)

Man, my jewelry like some laser beams (Bling)

Step out with your lady, shoot some babies on the Maybelline (Yeah)

And overdose the stroller, cut the co-co with the ketamine (Sh)

Dope and ibuprofen in my bowl, I got them recipes (Skrrt)

Boss shit, shoot it like Steph, I just hit the three and I wasn't even lookin'

Your favorite rapper just hit the stage, well, bitch, we 'bout to book 'em

Bitches in love with us, keep the pussy, I just keep it pushin' (Yeah)

My baby momma's knew the job was crooked before they took it (Bitch)

Kane Train reckless, bitch, we runnin' shit

Just touched down in the airport, Louis V backpack full of them hundreds, bitch (Yeah)

Cleaner than McQueen, ho, I'm a gangster, not no lover, bitch (Yeah-yeah)

Grammy afterparty bitch, we rock it like we won it, bitch (Yeah)

Boss shit, big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Yeah)

I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brr)

Stack it like Pringles, you want a single?

It's gon' cost you (Yeah)

CEO rabbit, young Freddie Kane, I'm on some boss shit (Yeah)

Big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Brrat)

I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brrat)

Stack it like Pringles, you want a single?

It's gon' cost you (Bitch)

Pull up to your funeral, man, shoot up your fuckin' coffin (Brrt)

I blow your house up with that hunnid drum (Yeah, yeah)

No Hot 100, I'm a hot boy with some murder ones (Yeah, yeah)

Cash money Kane, big number one Sunday, you my youngest son (Yeah, yeah)

See my first crackhead like that Bimmer back in '91 (Bitch)

And I been on the blaze since 2Pac was rockin' the Gumby fade (Yeah)

Fuckin' up my cup with this Activis like some lemonade

Bitches big B-L, if you violate, you're a renegade

Know trigger fingers, ain't have to type on your Twitter page (Yeah, yeah)

Freddie Krueger, P-90 Ruger, I'm keepin' on 'em (Yeah)

Niggas say they ain't losin' sleep, tell 'em, "I'm sleepin' on 'em" (Bitch)

Got heavy traffic, the neighbors might call the people on 'em (Yeah, yeah)

Surround your car with ARs, I put the reaper on 'em

Death wish, reach 'em with that automatic shotty, that's a death kiss

Niggas be pullin' through, so I aim above the neck, bitch

Fly with it on me, I got my blicky on the jet, bitch

Ready to set it off and I put that on the set, bitch (Yeah)

Boss shit, big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Yeah)

I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brr)

Stack it like Pringles, you want a single?

It's gon' cost you (Bitch)

CEO rabbit, young Freddie Kane, I'm on some boss shit (Yeah)

Big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Brrat)

I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brrat)

Stack it like Pringles, you want a single?

It's gon' cost you (Bitch)

Pull up to your funeral, man, shoot up your fuckin' coffin (Brrt)

Haha, nigga

Hahahahaha

Don't violate

I'm violent