Freddie Gibbs – Zipper Bagz (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Freddie Gibbs premieres the music video for the KAYTRANADA-produced “Zipper Bagz” song. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the track, mp3 download.

Freddie Gibbs Zipper Bagz

Ever since the release of Bandana, Freddie Gibbs has been coming through with incredibly cinematic visuals. It shouldn’t be as surprising, especially as he gets deeper into his acting bag. In September, the rapper delivered his highly anticipated major label debut, $oul $old $eparately in its entirety. Though the rapper kept rather lowkey until the end of the year, he continues to make major moves, such as his appearance on The Tonight Show With Jimmy Fallon with Anderson .Paak where they performed “Blackest In The Room” and “Feel No Pain.”

Though he hasn’t unloaded many visuals from his latest project, each of the visuals from $$$ has showcased Freddie’s depth as an artist, from his proficiencies as a rapper to his range as an actor. The visual for “Space Rabbit” found Freddie Gibbs on a hilarious trip to a casino where he finds an actual bunny and goes on a debaucherous journey where they crash a wedding, among other things.

One of the immediate highlights of Freddie Gibbs’ latest body of work is the Kaytranada-produced “Zipper Bagz.” This week, the rapper came through with a stunning new video for the song, which finds him trying to dodge death. The video opens up with a voiceover of a man speaking in Spanish, threatening Gibbs’ life over a significant amount of money. Throughout the visual, the rapper posts in a motel with packs where he peaks through the window and tries not to get killed.

His recent music video is just a brief glimpse into Gibbs’ acting chops. The Gary, IN rapper made his acting debut a few years ago with Down With The King, where he takes on the role of disgruntled rapper Money Merc.

Freddie Gibbs – Zipper Bagz (prod. KAYTRANADA)

30 September 2022
1 Song, 2 minutes
℗ 2022 ESGN, LLC, under exclusive license to Warner Records, Inc.

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Lyrics

Dope or some drink, I don’t feel right (yeah)
Thuggin’ and fuckin’ on bitches ’cause that’s what I feel like (uh)
I’m trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp
If I don’t have me some dope or some drink, I don’t feel like (Yeah)
All I know is go get the bag
Nigga post on the block, we can split the bag (yeah, yeah)
Out here servin’ the neighbors, they sniff a bag (yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags (yeah, yeah)
Had to cut off my ho, I can’t trick a bag
Fuck them Gucci and Louis and Fendi bags
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags
Got my money so heavy, can’t lift a bag, yeah, baow
Thuggin’ and fuckin’ on bitches ’cause that’s what I feel like
(That’s what I feel like)
If I don’t have me some dope or some drink, I don’t feel right
(I don’t feel right)
I’ma pull up in that Lambo’ ’cause that’s what I feel like
(What I feel like)
If I don’t have me some dope or some drink, I don’t feel right
All I know is go get the bag
Nigga post on the block, we can split the bag (yeah, yeah)
Out here servin’ the neighbors, they sniff a bag (yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags (yeah, yeah)
Had to cut off my ho, I can’t trick a bag
Fuck them Gucci and Louis and Fendi bags (yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags
Got my money so heavy, can’t lift a bag, yeah, yeah
I got an Eastside ho
Trappin’ out a house with some Eastside blow
Smokers comin’ back for at least five more
Kill an opp, then it’s back to the East I go
Heaven or the belly of the beast I’ll go
Freddie, how you come up on the kis that low?
Hit my Mexican and come up on at least five more
Kill an opp, then it’s back to the East I go, to the East I go
Yeah, I’m ’bout to shoot up your party ’cause that’s what I feel like
(What I feel like)
If I don’t pull up and drop me an opp, I don’t feel right
(I don’t feel right)
Ever since I lost the homies, a nigga can’t feel life
(I can’t feel life)
If I don’t have me some dope or some drink, I don’t feel right
All I know is go get the bag
Nigga post on the block, we can split the bag (yeah, yeah)
Out here servin’ the neighbors, they sniff a bag (yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags (yeah, yeah)
Had to cut off my ho, I can’t trick a bag
Fuck them Gucci and Louis and Fendi bags (yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags
Got my money so heavy, can’t lift a bag, yeah
Work, work (I don’t feel right)
Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work
And you know I got that work, work
That work, work
Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work, work
(I’m trill, working the wheel)
You know I got that work, work
(I’m trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp)
That work, work
Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work
(I’m trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp)
And you know I got that work, work
(I’m trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp)
That work, work
Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work
(I’m trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp)
And you know I got that work