Baby $Hit
Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist Lyrics

The world is uncivilized, and these are our works
The state of the world is savage, and our actions reflect this

Champ (what's up? What's up?)
Greeting someone as a champion

James Brown, nicotine (yo, yo)
Referencing James Brown and nicotine as common vices

Cocaine (okay, there we go, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Celebrating cocaine and its effects

Ay, man, don't never fuck with a nigga that That don't get girls (yeah, yeah) The nigga always gon' be jealous of you (yeah) I swear to God, on my mama, nigga
Never mess with a man who isn't successful with women, because they'll always be envious of you

Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me shit, I had to take this shit, go get your paper, bitch
No one ever helped me, I had to earn everything for myself, so go out and make your money

Rappin', potty trainin' every mornin', ho, I'm cookin' dope and cleanin' baby shit
Juggling a music career, raising a child, and dealing drugs

Versace robe drapin' like a nigga got a cape, but I can never save a bitch
I may look like a superhero in my Versace robe, but I can't save these promiscuous women

Fuckin' ball player baby mamas hit me when them niggas play the Lakers, bitch
Having sex with the mothers of basketball players while they're away on games

We don't do no postin' or no name taggin'
Not engaging in social media and not self-promoting

California blow, she got a 'caine habit
Using high-quality cocaine in California

I don't want the pussy if the gang had it
Not interested in sleeping around with promiscuous women

Dope and cocaina got my name brackin'
His drug dealing reputation is known

Got a pocket full of dead slave masters (yeah)
Referencing the past enslavement of black people and celebrating his wealth from drug dealing

Give them 36's to my side piece
Giving his mistress two sets of 36-inch rims for her car

Take a ho to brunch and get mimosa drunk
Going for brunch and getting drunk on mimosas with a promiscuous woman

Feel like Usher, ho, 'cause you remind me
Feeling like R&B singer Usher because the woman reminds him of an ex

Everyday I get an internet threat, boy, these niggas soft as baby shit
Receiving meaningless threats online from weak people

Get that white and I beat it up like I'm Mike Drop a broke man, a nigga can't be like Mike Share the dick, man, a bitch gotta sacrifice
Using cocaine and sleeping around with women, pretending to be like famous athlete Michael Jordan

Diamonds in my shit look like some flashin' lights Presidential, I flooded that bitch with ice
Flashy jewelry and wealth status symbolized by diamonds and ice

Cougar pussy, I fuck a rich nigga wife
Having sex with wealthy married women

Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke
Rapper Doja Cat allowed him to have sex with her

Uncle threw Forgiato on Dodge trucks
Customizing his uncle's trucks with rims

Throw VL out the window, I'm mobbed up Hit that proper until that bitch locked up
Discarding evidence and getting high on prescription drugs

Dinner plate, my shit porcelain, rocked up
Referring to a plate used for cocaine and drugs that have been cut up and prepared

R.I.P Robert Davis, we chopped up
Relating a message to a deceased friend

Screw a bitch in the drop with the top up (with the top up)
Having sex with a woman in a convertible car with the roof up

The streets is tryna judge a niggas music Tell the pussy niggas suck a baby dick, bitch
People are criticizing his music, to which he responds by telling them to perform a vulgar act

You know why I love to sell a ton of drugs in Harlem, Bumpy? It's not 'cause of the money, why? 'Cause every miserable street junkie Every skinny kid who goes to bed hungry because his momma is lookin' for a fix Every nigga baby born with a habit Makes me happy, makes my heart sing
Finding joy in the misery of others and profiting from addiction and poverty

(Nothin' else to say, bitch, gang) (Yeah, yeah)
Bringing the song to an end with a gang call