Testo Gold feet Freddie Gibbs

Gold feet

Yeah
They just ain't gonna freak it, freak it like me, ya dig?
Yeah

The fuck a ring, bitch, I like to cheat, I bought some gold feet
Put that on my old-school Capris, dunk it like Dominique
Yeah, feelin' good, feelin' great, ho
Got my cake up, they gon' wake up, taste the yayo, the yayo
L.A. price was high, I went to Daygo
Big Mitchy got me sitchy, sippin' chickies out of state, yo, like
Yeah, feelin' fine, feelin' good, bitch
Got some bougie hoes who still gon' fuck a hood bitch
So do it, bitch, go 'head, let me strike it, you know how I like it
She said, "All my stripper friends invited," only if they dykin'
And I just left the Bentley lot so icy, they want me indicted
Sleep with one eye open, always lurkin', movin' in silence
Left Eye, rest in peace, I like to creep, fucked her on gold feet
You can hit 15th on the east, pick up a whole ki'
Used to be out west with the work, servin' the Chinatown
Lord and then get caught with the pipes, I had to pipe it down, down
Feelin' good, feelin' great (Great, great)
Feelin' great, feelin' good, how are you, nigga? How are you?
I'm in the Ritz, finna mix with a thick bitch, how 'bout you?
Say you wanna win, fuck nigga, but your really can't miss your wind, but you gotta jump through
Ten in my Benz, put it on new shoes
Fuck rap niggas, I don't do new crews
Niggas get ignorant and get to kickin' shit
We get to killin' shit, too much to lose
I don't be chasin' these bitches, don't choose
Breakin' your ho while you breakin' the news
Niggas irrelevant without their bitch
I'm a motherfuckin' pimp, so I'm makin' the rules, I'm makin' the rules, bitch
Feelin' good, feelin' great (Great, great)
Feelin' great, feelin' good, how are you, nigga? How are you?
I'm in the Ritz, finna mix with a thick bitch, how 'bout you? Yeah (Look)
Finna whip this brick, nigga, how 'bout you? (Look)

Bro, I'm coolin', lookin' ghoulish, feelin' great, the flow is fluid
Flames, fires in the nighttime, dancin' around, the barrel bangs (Bang)
Layin' in that bed you made, gangsters in my DNA
Jeans through the seams, tailor-made, it's hard to fabricate
Back to back with stacks of platinum plaques, you know my resumé
Lil' buddy was slingin' and catchin' plays on the eastside in a leather A
Beatin' the block with a heavy bass, damn, fleein' the cops
Schemin' on them in a ski mask, in the summer inside of the city
Don't care if you see 'em or not, it's insidious
I'm in Italy with Sicilians, standin' on stage, no, spitting soliloquies
I'm a sinner, my life is a cinema, but send me a script, I could be on a big screen
Bunch of bad women with the cinnamon skin
She send me a pic', it's a dick tea'
Let's be serious, I got experience, win the series like I play for the big leagues (Oh, shit, oh, shit)
Okay, I'm feelin' great, feelin' good, I fill a tank, hit the bank, get a dub (Oh, shit, oh, shit, woah)
Fuck a vape, fill a pape', full of bud, take a drag, take a drink
Drawin' blanks, what's your name? I forgot what it was
But what a day with my head in the clouds
Moved around, thought it only was us
But niggas don't counter the camera
Then chill in Mechanicsville, cuttin', cookin' the chemicals
Kamikaze but no cannibalism
He caught a body, ain't know what to do with him
I think about it back when we was just little
Now I'm excited and it's on for a milli'
It's kinda crazy when you do the comparisons
Really 'cause both of us making a killin'
I'm feelin' good, I'm great, I'm straight, my boy
Can't too many niggas relate, my boy
Okay, I shift shapes
I ain't shootin' the shit, they was throwin' shade
I'ma throw a fist like Sugar Shane
Can't really even ask nigga, "How your day?
How are you? How are things?"
Shit bad, bitch, I might go insane like Howard Hughes
'Cause I can cop a plane like Howard too
On the money chase with a wild goose
Nigga, I ain't really fazed, I follow through
Goin' out in a blaze, like tower two (Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit)
How 'bout you? Uh, look
Finna mix with a thick bitch, how 'bout you? Uh