Lyrics Freddie Gibbs – Dope In My Styrofoam

Say, bitch don’t get too comfortable
Say, bitch don’t get too comfortable
Bitch, don’t get too comfortable
Never let a bitch get too comfortable

Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs
It’s mister ho-breaker, dope slanger, dope drinker
Straight hopped up out the coupe, high off that juice, I’m no stranger to this
Getting lit, getting blowed,
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dipped in gold
Bulls just beat the Lakers in Staples Center
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‘Bout to go too deep, I ain’t fucked her in like two weeks, feel like two months
And ripping pineapple fanta, fired up two blunts
And this cloud of kush I blow set off the smoke alarm
Fuck it, hash nuggets, Gangsta Gibbs, what you smoking on?
Amber wax and anthrax, bitch I keep a Xan pack
Drop one down in my styrofoam, too high, nowhere to land at
Amber wax and anthrax, bitch I stuff them grams fat
Kick dope down on the floor, and that dope check I’m about to cash that

Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs
Said I’m just rolling with the homies, dope in my styrofoam, man
Said I’m just smoking with the homies, roll up another song, man

Verse 2: G-Wiz
Just scooped my blood bitch in a blue brougham
Leather feel so soft, these hoes like riding with no shoes on
Pineapple and purple the potion, I’m on that candy sip
All I do is player shit, 100% Versace, bitch
One more nigga on the run with the yellow

Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs

Verse 3: G.I. Fleezy
Like when you feeling good, cause bitch I feel so right
Like moving out my body, purple paint and fanta got me tight
I introduce you to my life, come take a look inside
Bitch, wipe your feet and wipe me down, bitch we don’t play around
I’m
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How you stay focused and function, bitch we gon’ blaze a pound
So when the last time you heard that, yeah we really made for this
So go and send the word back
Right about now, time to tally up a staple
Got them ready, willing, able
Molly-popping, make ’em get down on the floor with the business
And they live for the getting it
Player, out here with it, and that’s me
The real player with a G

Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs