Gold Rings (feat. Pusha T)

Yeah Yeah, yeah, CoKane Hahaha You feel that If you're my down-ass bitch Yeah-yeah Uh, yeah, down-ass bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah Big Rabbit Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs No gold rings, this shit just my main squeeze Coming to the crib, breaking down a set of keys Back in the days, I admit, I had some issues Yeah Took twelve on the chase, I jumped out, I crashed the rental But you my down-ass bitch Yeah The one that'd never fuck up or snitch I fleed the scene, a hit and run, I left the Glock with the switch Police gon' press you, we got lawyers, baby, don't tell 'em shit Don't say shit And I be rock-rock-rockin' 'til the cops come knockin' at my College girl, got her stressin', she got a jail record Damn I put the Range in her name and I'm fuckin' up her credit The judge gave her probation, he had knots in her stomach After the case, she wiped her Instagram and changed her number The fuck Damn, bitch, thought we was gang, I would've killed for her Ex nigga got you engaged, that nigga kneeled for her You running with this nigga Heartbreak most thug niggas ain't built for it Tears steady droppin' 'til the cops come knockin' at my Chorus: Freddie Gibbs Tattoos that's some war wounds War wounds Loudest nigga in the room, you ain't a killer, you a cartoon You a cartoon Caught a new body in my old school Old school I saw you at your homie grave, well, tell that nigga you'll be home soon You'll be home soon 'Caine whippin' hard, that's a hard sale Hard sale Bet I won't pay them bitches back, I play my cards with the cartel Cartel It's us against the world, it's all well It's all well Bet I'll be rock-rock-rockin' 'til the cops come knockin' at my Interlude: Pusha T Yeah My cocaine novela Soap opera shit These are days of our pies Verse 2: Pusha T So many RNs I done made, waitresses I done saved The blow drop-off for bitches who ain't learn to braid Matured all the sorors and every AKA Michelle's blueprint showed the error in their ways All the rent I paid, you know I play it fair Just leave an extra key so I can weigh it there Bribe money so your boyfriend wouldn't lay up there Dope game, I'm the ultimate create-a-player 2K21, Savage like 21 Fridays are draft night, you bitches is one-and-dones I am the one of one, I am the summer son I am the street dream, Nas with the cummerbund Jewelry Supreme Team, anchors is done and hung The dope floats on a boat, now come give the drummer some They going for thirty-three, I just let the numbers run The king of the kilo, I don't believe none of 'em Chorus: Freddie Gibbs & Pusha T Tattoos that's some war wounds Except Gibbs, war wounds Loudest nigga in the room, you ain't a killer, you a cartoon You a cartoon Caught a new body in my old school Old school I saw you at your homie grave, well, tell that nigga you'll be home soon You'll be home soon 'Caine whippin' hard, that's a hard sale Hard sale Bet I won't pay them bitches back, I play my cards with the cartel Cartel It's us against the world, it's all well It's all well Bet I'll be rock-rock-rockin' 'til the cops come knockin' at my Outro: Gerald Slink Johnson As always, your safety and well being is of premier priority here at the Triple S You will be notified when our conditions change Gibbs, what's up, man This is your boy, Jesus, man Gibbs, where you at, man Usually, it's the world looking for me, I don't go looking for the world I mean, I'm just saying I just came from the Appalachian Mountains I was up there chilling, smoking some weed with some Buddhist monks We was having the bestest of times Then all of a sudden my pager go off And I gotta come straight down here to holler at you, Gibbs And trust me, man, I am the way and the light And speaking of lights, you got one 'Cause I wanna light this bomb-ass Kush Matter fact I'ma come by there with this Kush I got for you We gon' break bread, I got some fish, I got some bread And we just gon' have a whole feast right now And talk about this, Gibbs, I love you, brother Holla at your boy, it's Jesus