Show Sumn - League of Starz, Jay Rock, Freddie Gibbs

Baby I be out’chea thuggin'

You wanna real nigga, bitch you ain’t said nothin'

No money, that’s end of discussion

Man fuck all the talkin', bitch show a nigga somethin', huh

Bitch show a nigga somethin', huh

Bitch show a nigga somethin', uhh

Baby I be out’chea thuggin'

Man fuck all the talkin', bitch show a nigga somethin', huh

Fucked up, towed back

Only thing on my mind, where the hoes at

Hater mad, and he say «He want his ho back

He tryna' keep this shit, I gave that nigga a ho jack

Shut up bitch, go ahead and poke it

You ain’t had dick, so the wood nigga stroke it

That ass shake like it’s in and out of focus

Turn that dime bitch to a fiend off of dope dock

Comptown CA, running like a relay

Money make yo' bitch bring it back, like a replay

Hit yo' ho raw, yeah I be like that

I’m about to make yo' ho cum, yeah she be right back, in a minute

Give her a Molly, if she timid

Play one of my songs, watch the bitch get it

Popping that thing like a pill

He won’t lick your ass, I will

(Haha, look at they face when I say man, ah fuck it! what!)

Towed back, fucked up

Smoking green, codeine in a double cup

Throw them moles on the stove, let 'em bubble up

Pull a fo, drink 'em both like nigga what

I seen a bitch, so thick, oh shit

Drugged up, so I hit 'er with the dope dick

Super blunted, stay one hunnid, like 4 bricks

Ridin' on them handle bars, when I wrote this, what

(I'm just a eastside nigga!!) And she know I’m with the shit

Project baby, yeah, she know I got stick

Woah, meet her every time with the stroke

Got 36 ounces, baby know I got blow, yeah

First 40, ate the pussy on sight

Have her homegirls doin' search party for the swipe

Yeah, girl I got it like that

Got a boomerang thing, so I know she coming right back

Rock!

I’m all, the way, wit it

Dinner full of digits, talk it how I live it

Nigga gotta' get it, free my nigga 50

New snapback, got it so low, the fitted

I done stole all the whores, yeah nigga, even yours

Had to eat the pussy, since you wouldn’t eat it for 'er

Tell 'er, run it, run it, run it, yeah nigga call me Forbes

Get you smacked for that fresh pair of jordans

Ay, I tell 'er paint my face

She said «The homies tellin'», bitch that ain’t my case

She heard I never eat it, bitch I ain’t that fake

She took a look at the snake, bitch I ain’t that jake

Cuz I’mma, sick nigga, swig hitter

Honey flipper, I’m Bad Lucc, the bitch kisser

I’m talkin' chicken, outer leggings, she a swish hitter

She seen her nigga do his thing, but I want this nigga, yeah

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