Pronto - Freddie Gibbs

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, gold crown

Top down as I cruise with a bad ho

Yeah, I-9, from Chicago

I got the weed and the pussy but the money on my mind though

I got a line on the five pack

A hundred thangs on the scale, motherfucker, can you buy that?

She pop that pussy and rewind that

And suck a dick as I get twisted and listen to Do or Die rap

Freddie Kane, young Corleone

Hoppin' out the van with the bows of the strong

Nigga gettin' paid from the shit that I record

Hit my Lord wit' the pack when a nigga came home

Told my nigga we be smokin' and chokin', rollin', it’s all the same

Druggin' and still thuggin', it’s all a game

Real nigga 'bout to cash out

I need my rims on my cars when I pull them bitches off the lot

Fuck the top, cop the drop

And these hoes be on my jock, for my hot, car and watch

But this pimpin' never stop, tired or not, what you thought?

And this paper turn 'em out, what she 'bout?

Ain’t no doubt

Thank God I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot

And these hoes, I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot

Pesos, I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot

And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

Thank God I got a, and I don’t mean to be so careless, baby

One thing on my mind, it’s the way I came up

So don’t catch no feelings

Girl, you playin' with the motherfuckin' realest

I’ma tell that ass one more time, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

And these hoes, I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot

Pesos, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

Thank God I got a

Yeah, gold crown

Top down as I cruise with a bad ho

Yeah, I-5, on the West Coast

And I done been around the world, but in Cali, they blow the best dope

Bitches and palm trees, I’m on when I came here

Plug was up north, I pushed to the yay then

Shout out my niggas, I got a ton when the weight in

Feedin' my thugs, I’m pullin' dubs in the state pen

Fuckin' with Frederico Soprano

Niggas actin' monkey, my clip, I got a banana

Rollin' with guerillas, these niggas don’t want no banter

I just might go flippin', go back and forth with them hammers

Nigga, we be smokin' and chokin', rollin', it’s all the same

Druggin' and still thuggin', it’s all a game

Full clip on the K thang

I got a shotty in the motherfuckin' trunk, nigga, don’t get popped

Fuck the cops, bodies drop

And these feds be on my block, round the clock, stop and watch

But this thuggin' never stop, get that rock, what you thought?

And these haters talk a lot, ain’t gon' pop a hundred shots

Thank God I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot

And these hoes, I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot

Pesos, I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot

And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

Thank God I got a, and I don’t mean to be so careless, baby

One thing on my mind, it’s the way I came up

So don’t catch no feelings

Girl, you playin' with the motherfuckin' realest

I’ma tell that ass one more time, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

And these hoes, I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot

Pesos, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot

Thank God I got a