The Colleagues – Gimme The Loot (ft. Freddie Gibbs) (Audio, Lyrics)

The Colleagues - Gimme The Loot (ft. Freddie Gibbs) (prod. The Colleagues)

The Colleagues return with “Gimme The Loot” featuring Freddie Gibbs. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by The Colleagues.

The Colleagues Gimme The Loot
The Colleagues Gimme The Loot

There’s a lot to look forward to these days if you’re Freddie Gibbs. The Bandana rapper emerged triumphant in 2020 with the release of Alfredo earning him his first Grammy nomination. It’s a massive feat for an artist that has been largely overlooked in the past decade. And now that we’ve entered 2021, the man isn’t slowing down in the least.

This week, he reunited with The Colleagues for their latest collaboration, “Gimme The Loot.” The Colleagues cook up a dreamy yet frenetic beat for Freddie Gibbs to flex all sorts of flows over the course of a little under three minutes.

The Colleagues – Gimme The Loot (ft. Freddie Gibbs) (prod. The Colleagues)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Niggas don’t want it with me cause I know where you lay at
I wish…
(Kane train nigga)
(Eastside)
I get the shooters and we gon’ pull up where you stay at

[Pre-Hook]
Pass the rock, my niggas dribble and shoot
Kick in the door, my niggas tear off the roof
H-Town with your main boo, knockin the boots
I got the new Maserati and tore off the roof

[Hook]
Gimme the loot bitch, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot bitch, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot bitch, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot bitch, gimme the loot
Niggas don’t want it with me cause I know where you lay at
Niggas don’t want it with me cause I know where you stay at
Niggas don’t want it with me cause I know where your bae at
Niggas don’t want it with me cause I know where you stay at

[Verse]
Niggas don’t want it with me cause I know where you lay at
I get the shooters and we gon’ pull up where you stay at
I’m in the kitchen wit’ Mac and you know where the yay at
Pussy nigga, don’t be callin my phone and you don’t want no payback
Gimme the loot bitch, send in the troops
You know I’m fuck nigga proof, these niggas tough in the booth
H-Town with your main boo, knockin the boots
I got the new Maserati and tore off the roof
Bentley’s, Beemer’s, Benzes, I been trickin’ off and doggin’ bitches
Gangsta’ G-I, my new crib is worth a couple million
All I want for Christmas was a 4-5th with a clip extension
Monkey nuts, I’m bout’ to send my deadheads on a mission
Most of these niggas is broads man, most of these niggas is groupies
Talkin’ that shit on the internet, boy you an internet goof
I’ve heard these niggas be jackin’ my spot, but ain’t never gon’ move me
Babyface Killa, Black Tony, but my life is a movie (yeah)
Hop in that 550 coupe and I tear off the roof and I show em the drip (uh)
If she gon’ hop in the passenger seat, know she suckin’ it off of the rip
I moved to Cali, then sent off a package, we double it, makin’ it flip (uh)
Workin’ that pot in the kitchen, I chop it, re-rock it, we hip with the whip (uh)

[Hook]
Gimme the loot bitch, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot bitch, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot bitch, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot bitch, gimme the loot
Niggas don’t want it with me cause I know where you lay at
Niggas don’t want it with me cause I know where you stay at
Niggas don’t want it with me cause I know where your bae at
Niggas don’t want it with me cause I know where you stay at

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