Freddie Gibbs - Freddie

Weight

You can't tell me a motherfuckin' thang, bruh
Can't tell me shit nigga, yeah

Bitch I need that fetty, run that check, don't make me wait, uh
Don't make a nigga wait for it, yeah
Serving that Colombiano
Got that blow from my Dominicano, yeah
Yeah, Kane season, bitch, yeah

Wait, uh, pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
Don't make me wait, uh
Pushin' weight, half a milli' worth of weight, uh
She bad, I guess that pussy worth the wait, uh
Pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
Don't make me wait, uh
Pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
We servin' weight, uh
Pushin' weight, half a milli' worth of weight, uh
She bad, I guess that pussy worth the wait

Pushin' weight, nigga, I ain't pulled a muscle yet
Walkin' with the AR-15, dog don't need to muzzle that
Strippin' lots a pasta like a mobster, I make truffle that
Got a quarter milli' in my trunk, underneath the duffle that
Duffle that, where my duffle at?
In the sewer choppin' up them rats, where piranhas at
I stay in that Bentley or that Bach, nothing under that
Four more bodies all in my garage, they LaFerrari that

Wait, uh, pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
Don't make me wait, uh
Pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
We servin' weight, uh
Pushin' weight, half a milli' worth of weight, uh
She bad, I guess that pussy worth the wait, uh

Uh, pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
Don't make me wait, uh
Pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
We servin' weight, uh
Pushin' weight, half a milli' worth of weight, uh
She bad, I guess that pussy worth the wait, uh

Pushin' weight, flippin' paper plates
In love with the paper, took my money on a date
She let me hit, I bring that pussy back to home base
My foreign bitches flew in town to Californicate
Wait, uh, psycho off of 17 from Norman Bates
We gangbangin', all you neutral niggas can't relate

I turn that bando to a dope house, bitch, I renovate
I hit the party and whip that white girl to vanilla shake
Believe her, off the bitch, I take a nigga spot like Willie Beamen
Kitty, kitty, fuck a Hellcat, I got the Demon
Used to smoke a stogie with Alexis in the Beamer
I miss my Miami hoe, she was a dick-pleaser

Uh, pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
Don't make me wait, uh
Pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
We servin' weight, uh
Pushin' weight, half a milli' worth of weight, uh
She bad, I guess that pussy worth the wait, uh

Pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
Don't make me wait, uh
Pushin' weight, bitch, I'm pushing weight
We servin' weight, uh
Pushin' weight, half a milli' worth of weight, uh
She bad, I guess that pussy worth the wait

You no-good little bitch
Everyday of my motherfuckin' life
What the fuck is you?
Nigga (what?), baby

Credits
Writer(s): Composer Unknown, Regis Dupri Bell, Fredrick Jamel Tipton
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