Dope in my Styrofoam

Lyrics

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, for sure Let a bitch get comfortable Everything slowed down for you, baby, you know what I mean? Uh Say, bitch, don't get too comfortable Bitch, don't get too comfortable Never let a bitch get too comfortable Bitch, don't get too comfortable For sure, uh, for sure, uh [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] It's mister ho breaker, dope slinger, dope drinker Straight hopped up out that coupe, high off that juice, I'm no stranger (For sure) To this gettin' lit, gettin' blowed (Yeah), Dayton wide, dipped in gold (Uh) Bulls just beat the Lakers in Staples Center, two centerfolds (Bitch) 'Bout to go too deep, I ain't fucked her in like two weeks, feel like two months Syrup in pineapple Fanta, fired up two blunts And this cloud of kush I blow set off the smoke alarm (Yeah) Fuck it, hash nuggets, Gangsta Gibbs, what you smokin' on? Amber wax and anthrax, bitch, I keep a Xan' pack Drop one down in my Styrofoam, too high, nowhere to land at Amber wax and anthrax, bitch, I stuff them grams fat Kick dope down on the floor, and that dope check, I'm 'bout to cash that Smokin', nigga, pass that, uh [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, yeah, yeah Said, I'm just rolling with the homies, dope in my Styrofoam, man, man, man, man Said, I'm just smoking with the homies, roll up another zone, man, man, man, man Said, I'm just rolling with the homies, dope in my Styrofoam, man, man, man, man Said, I'm just smoking with the homies, roll up another zone, man, man [Verse 2: G-Wiz] Uh, just scooped my Blood bitch in a blue Brougham Leather feel so soft, these hoes like ridin' with no shoes on Pineapple and purple the potion, I'm on that candy sip All I do is player shit, hundred percent Versace, bitch One more nigga on the run with the yellow Ho fine as fuck, from de Janeiro, but she play with her nose though And I ain't mad at her 'cause I stay with my medicine Self-inflicted sticky weed and codeine in my beverage Pour up on that ice, hit the lights on some moody shit Bitches, dope, and dollars on some Tarantino movie shit Other people's pussy, still keep a whole lot of it Gold pack in my wallet with about a seven of dope in my pocket Gettin' blowed [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, yeah, yeah Said, I'm just rolling with the homies, dope in my Styrofoam, man, man, man, man Said, I'm just smoking with the homies, roll up another zone, man, man, man, man Said, I'm just rolling with the homies, dope in my Styrofoam, man, man, man, man Said, I'm just smoking with the homies, roll up another zone, man, man [Verse 3: G.I. Fleezy] Like, when you feeling good, 'cause bitch, I feel so right Like, moving out my body, purple paint and Fanta got me tight I introduce you to my life, come take a look inside Bitch, wipe your feet and wipe me down, bitch, we don't play around I'll motivate you to go and get it while smokin' now (Yeah) How you stay focused and function? Bitch, we gon' blaze a pound (Blaze a pound) So when the last time you heard that? And yeah, we really made for this, so go and send the word back Right about now, time to tally up the stable Got them ready, willing, able Molly popping make 'em get down on the floor with the business And they live for the gettin' it Player, out here with it, then that's me The real player with a G [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, yeah, yeah Said, I'm just rolling with the homies, dope in my Styrofoam, man, man, man, man Said, I'm just smoking with the homies, roll up another zone, man, man, man, man Said, I'm just rolling with the homies, dope in my Styrofoam, man, man, man, man Said, I'm just smoking with the homies, roll up another zone, man, man