Big Boss Rabbit Lyrics – 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 sad, ’cause 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 seven on some boss *** (Yeah)
I put that President 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 ***, I don’t sell them *** too often (Ah)
Man, my jewelry like some laser beams (Bling)
Step out with your lady, shoot some babies on the Maybelline (Yeah)
And *** the stroller, cut the co-co with the ketamine (Sh)
*** and ibuprofen in my bowl, I got them recipes (Skrrt)
Boss ***, shoot it like Steph, I just hit the three and I wasn’t even lookin’
Your favorite rapper just hit the stage, well, ***, we ’bout to book ’em
*** in love with us, keep the ***, I just keep it pushin’ (Yeah)
My baby momma’s knew the job was crooked before they took it (***)
Kane Train reckless, ***, we runnin’ ***
Just touched down in the airport, Louis V backpack full of them hundreds, *** (Yeah)
Cleaner than McQueen, ho, I’m a gangster, not no lover, *** (Yeah-yeah)
Grammy afterparty ***, we rock it like we won it, *** (Yeah)
Boss ***, big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss *** (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 *** (Yeah)
Big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss *** (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 (***)
Pull up to your funeral, man, shoot up your ***’ coffin (Brrt)
I blow your house up with that hunnid drum (Yeah, yeah)
No Hot 100, I’m a hot boy with some *** ones (Yeah, yeah)
Cash money Kane, big number one Sunday, you my youngest son (Yeah, yeah)
See my first crackhead like that Beamer back in ’91 (***)
And I been on the blaze since 2Pac was rockin’ the Gumby fade (Yeah)
***’ up my cup with this Activis like some lemonade
*** big B-L, if you violate, they’ll 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” (***)
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, ***
Fly with it on me, I got my blicky on the jet, ***
Ready to set it off and I put that on the set, *** (Yeah)
Boss ***, big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss *** (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 (***)
CEO rabbit, young Freddie Kane, I’m on some boss *** (Yeah)
Big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss *** (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 (***)
Pull up to your funeral, man, shoot up your ***’ coffin (Brrt)
Haha, ***
Hahahahaha
Know I’m violent
I’m violent
