Letra de Gold Feet - Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist

(Feat. The Alchemist, JID)

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 Caprice, 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, sent them chickies out of state, yo, like

Yeah, feelin' fine, feelin' good, bitch

Got some bougie hoes, I'm still gon' fuck a hood bitch

So do it, bitch, go 'head, let me strike it, you know how I like it

She said, "Are 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 you 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, gon' 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, gangster's 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 the letter 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, 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

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