Freddie Gibbs – Tell Me Freestyle (G-Mix) (Audio, Lyrics)

Freddie Gibbs unveils the G-Mix of the “Tell Me Freestyle”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song.

Freddie Gibbs Tell Me Freestyle (g Mix)

In between all the tomfoolery on his social media accounts, Freddie Gibbs has officially given his blessing to Brian “B.Dot” Miller to release his long-awaited freestyle over Bobby V’s classic record “Tell Me”. Over a year ago, Miller teased the record, threatening to leak it and deal with the consequences. Nothing came of that but, fortunately, the freestyle is seeing the light of day, exclusively released via Miller’s Art Of Facts podcast.

Freddie Gibbs – Tell Me Freestyle (G-Mix)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Kane train, baby
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Crushed glass knuckles like I’m Van-Damme
Black boy twirlin’ white girls, save the last dance
Mothafuck the ‘Gram, I had a bag before the hashtag
Bitch about to get her booty done, she livin’ half-ass
I started juggin’ off a half-slab
Watchin’ Bout it, Bout it, P and Bob servin’ out the cab
I’m a dog about it, once I’m in it, can’t get out my bag
I can’t keep a bitch ’cause they keep bringin’ shit up out the past

[Bridge]
Yeah, Glock full, fuck a semi now
Bitch I rep the East Virginia streets, them killers with me now
Bet they feel me ’til they kill me now
I got shooters every city now
We pull up in somethin’ tinted out
Bullets go through bricks, better clear your women and children out
Say they want this thang hard fried, I flew the chicken out
Keep my bitches close, she ain’t fuckin’ I threw her sister out

[Verse 2]
Yeah-yeah, had a bag ‘fore the hashtags
James Brown jammin’ on the glass, save the last dance
Almost lost my eye that nigga past got that nigga stabbed
Signed my publishin’, I copped the nine, peaced with my advance
Trickin off on Erica with my advance
I can’t make it last cuz she keep bringin’ shit up out the past
I just had a baby, livin’ crazy with my dog ass
Baby mama drama on my collar it be all bad

[Bridge]
Pockets full, niggas winnin’ now
Pink slips, jumpin’ out the whips, nothin’ rented now
Bet they feel me ’til they kill me now
I got bitches every city now
We pull up in somethin’ tinted out
Bullets go through brick, better clear your women and children out
Say they want this thang hard fried, I flew the chicken out
Keep my bitches close, she ain’t fuckin’, I threw her sister out

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Had a bag ‘fore the hashtags
Crushed glass, knuckles, Van-Damme, save the last dance
Lawyer took my money, devil’s advocate, my advance
I cannot move on if I keep bringin’ shit up from the past