Freddie Gibbs - Careless Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, gold crown, top down as I cruise with a bad ho
Yeah, I-9, from Chicago
I got the weed and the pussy, but the money on my mind though
I got a line on the flat pack
A hundred thangs on the scale, motherf*cker, can you buy that?
She pop the pussy and rewind that
And suck a dick as I get twisted and listen to Do or Die rap
Freddie Kane, young Corleone
I been off the band wit' the bowls of the strong
Nigga gettin' paid from the shit that I record
Here, My Lord, wit' the pack when a nigga came home
Told my nigga we be smokin' and chokin', rollin', it's all the same
Druggin' and still thuggin', it's all a game
Real nigga 'bout to cash out
I need my rims on my cars when I pull them bitches off the lot
F*ck the cops, cop the drop
And these hoes be on my jock for my high
Cops out watchin', but this pimpin' never stop
Ta-da-da, what you totin'?
And this paper turn 'em out
What she know? Ain't no doubt

Thank God I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
And these hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
These hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
Thank God I got a

And I don't mean to be so careless, baby, eh
One thing on my mind, it's the way I came up
So don't catch no feelings
Girl, you playin' wit' the motherf*ckin' realest
I'm a tell you that one more time

I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
And these hoes, I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot
These hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
Thank God I got a

Yeah, gold crown, top down as I cruise with a bad ho
Yeah, I-5, on the West Coast
And I done been around the world
But in Cali, they roll the best dope
Bitches and palm trees, I'm on when I came here
'Hood was up north, I pushed to the yay then
Shout-out my niggas, I got a ton when the weight in
Feed my thugs, I'm pullin' dubs in the state pen
F*ckin' with Frederico Soprano
Niggas actin' monkey, my clip, I got a banana
Rollin' with guerillas, these niggas don't want no banter
I just might go flippin', go back and forth with them hammers
Nigga, we be smokin' and chokin', rollin', it's all the same
Druggin' and still thuggin', it's all a game
Full clip on the K thing
I got a shotty in the motherf*ckin' trunk, nigga, don't get popped
F*ck the cops, bodies drop
And these feds be on my block, roundabout, stop and watch
But this thuggin' never stop
Get that rock, what you thought?
And these haters talk a lot, ain't gon' pop a hundred shots

Thank God I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
And you know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
And these hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
These hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
Thank God I got a

And I don't mean to be so careless, baby, eh
One thing on my mind, it's the way I came up
So don't catch no feelings
Girl, you playin' wit' the motherf*ckin' realest
I'm a tell you that one more time

I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
These hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
And these hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
And she know I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
Thank God I got a