Cook cocaine, put numbers on the set, well who you f*ck with?
I just cut four pills up in the deal up in the dope mix
Just f*cked up my smoke 'cause ain't my smoker got my dope kicked
Bitch it ain't no snitching, play cutthroat you get your throat slit
Bust down true believer, a cup of Tec, I got my Rolls blinged
Got expensive taste, won't even take head from a broke bitch
Smoke that kush and pop them perkies, drank and snort that blow bitch
Back when I was broke, wouldn't even take head from a broke bitch
Or a slut bag or a thot thot
I was seventeen with a knot knot
Nor a chopped rocked in the slot box
Shout out to my niggas on the lot lot
We gon' shut it down when the narcs out
Hurt a f*ck nigga feelings when you f*ck up a check at the car lot God damn
Strap on my lap, hop out
Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop
Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
Pull up on the set, doo doo
Strap on my lap, hop out
Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop
Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
Pull up on the set, doo doo
A hunnid karats on my neck, I put it on the set set
And my wrist is dripping wet, I put it in the set set
Copping foreigns off the lot, I brought it to the set set
Nigga pop and drop a opp I did it for the set set
Whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it hard
Ain't no witness, no weapon, my nigga I beat the charge
Gotta ice a nigga so my swiper nigga put the brand new choppers on the Visa card
Told that pussy nigga that this ain't no motherf*cking movie but you gotta play your part
Get you cut for it, snap and put it on the what boy
All these rappers got humungous choppers but I swear they got some baby nuts boy
If you ever bought a chain back from a robber nigga you a f*ck boy
Putting duct tape on the whole fam, flexing for the Gram get you touched boy
Who you trust boy? God damn
Strap on my lap, hop out
Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop
Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
Pull up on the set, doo doo
Strap on my lap, hop out
Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop
Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
Pull up on the set, doo doo
A hunnid karats on my neck, I put it on the set set
And my wrist is dripping wet, I put it in the set set
Copping foreigns off the lot, I brought it to the set set
Nigga pop and drop a opp I did it for the set set
Freddie Gibbs - Set Set Lyrics
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Cook cocaine, put numbers on the set, well who you f*ck with?
I just cut four pills up in the deal up in the dope mix
Just f*cked up my smoke 'cause ain't my smoker got my dope kicked
Bitch it ain't no snitching, play cutthroat you get your throat slit
Bust down true believer, a cup of Tec, I got my Rolls blinged
Got expensive taste, won't even take head from a broke bitch
Smoke that kush and pop them perkies, drank and snort that blow bitch
Back when I was broke, wouldn't even take head from a broke bitch
Or a slut bag or a thot thot
I was seventeen with a knot knot
Nor a chopped rocked in the slot box
Shout out to my niggas on the lot lot
We gon' shut it down when the narcs out
Hurt a f*ck nigga feelings when you f*ck up a check at the car lot God damn
Strap on my lap, hop out
Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop
Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
Pull up on the set, doo doo
Strap on my lap, hop out
Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop
Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
Pull up on the set, doo doo
A hunnid karats on my neck, I put it on the set set
And my wrist is dripping wet, I put it in the set set
Copping foreigns off the lot, I brought it to the set set
Nigga pop and drop a opp I did it for the set set
Whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it hard
Ain't no witness, no weapon, my nigga I beat the charge
Gotta ice a nigga so my swiper nigga put the brand new choppers on the Visa card
Told that pussy nigga that this ain't no motherf*cking movie but you gotta play your part
Get you cut for it, snap and put it on the what boy
All these rappers got humungous choppers but I swear they got some baby nuts boy
If you ever bought a chain back from a robber nigga you a f*ck boy
Putting duct tape on the whole fam, flexing for the Gram get you touched boy
Who you trust boy? God damn
Strap on my lap, hop out
Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop
Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
Pull up on the set, doo doo
Strap on my lap, hop out
Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop
Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
Pull up on the set, doo doo
A hunnid karats on my neck, I put it on the set set
And my wrist is dripping wet, I put it in the set set
Copping foreigns off the lot, I brought it to the set set
Nigga pop and drop a opp I did it for the set set
I just cut four pills up in the deal up in the dope mix
Just f*cked up my smoke 'cause ain't my smoker got my dope kicked
Bitch it ain't no snitching, play cutthroat you get your throat slit
Bust down true believer, a cup of Tec, I got my Rolls blinged
Got expensive taste, won't even take head from a broke bitch
Smoke that kush and pop them perkies, drank and snort that blow bitch
Back when I was broke, wouldn't even take head from a broke bitch
Or a slut bag or a thot thot
I was seventeen with a knot knot
Nor a chopped rocked in the slot box
Shout out to my niggas on the lot lot
We gon' shut it down when the narcs out
Hurt a f*ck nigga feelings when you f*ck up a check at the car lot God damn
Strap on my lap, hop out
Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop
Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
Pull up on the set, doo doo
Strap on my lap, hop out
Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop
Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
Pull up on the set, doo doo
A hunnid karats on my neck, I put it on the set set
And my wrist is dripping wet, I put it in the set set
Copping foreigns off the lot, I brought it to the set set
Nigga pop and drop a opp I did it for the set set
Whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it, whip it hard
Ain't no witness, no weapon, my nigga I beat the charge
Gotta ice a nigga so my swiper nigga put the brand new choppers on the Visa card
Told that pussy nigga that this ain't no motherf*cking movie but you gotta play your part
Get you cut for it, snap and put it on the what boy
All these rappers got humungous choppers but I swear they got some baby nuts boy
If you ever bought a chain back from a robber nigga you a f*ck boy
Putting duct tape on the whole fam, flexing for the Gram get you touched boy
Who you trust boy? God damn
Strap on my lap, hop out
Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop
Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
Pull up on the set, doo doo
Strap on my lap, hop out
Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop
Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
Pull up on the set, doo doo
A hunnid karats on my neck, I put it on the set set
And my wrist is dripping wet, I put it in the set set
Copping foreigns off the lot, I brought it to the set set
Nigga pop and drop a opp I did it for the set set
Writer: Frederick Tipton
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group