McLovin lyrics

[Intro: Benny The Butcher & Freddie Gibbs]
Pretty little, pre-
Your lie, lie
Pretty little, pre-
Your lie, lie
Pretty little, pre-
Your lie, lie
We sell dope for a motherf*cking living, n*gga
You feel me? f*ck that rap sh*t
Pretty little, pre-
Your lie, lie (Yeah, uh, yeah)

[Verse: Freddie Gibbs & Benny The Butcher]
I was just f*cking them girls, I was gon' get right back
I had a line on that soft, I was gon' switch it to crack
I stuck to tires like I'm fixing a flat, swimming through racks
Cooked my first zip, lost six, brought twenty-two back
b*tch, what you trippin' on?
Just sold a brick, still down to whip a song
I don't even f*ck with the dawg, straight cutting fentanyl
She asked me if I'm f*cking her friend, just know I'm hitting y'all
f*ck an opp, two-fifty round drums when I give it to y'all
And it'll make The Shade Room if these bloggers knew who I'm f*cking
It'll make the same news if the Feds knew who I'm plugging
You bought sixty grams off me, I probably threw in a dozen
You need a dope boy, b*tch, f*ck you gon' do with a husband?
b*tch, I been on The Shade Room, got three baby mamas, I'm thuggin'
TMZ been at my house, taking pictures, all of a sudden
Heard the DEA, they tossing indictments, they want to cuff him
I'ma leave up out the country with fake ID like McLovin
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
b*tch, what you trippin' on? Thirty-six raw, cut that with acetone
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, get hard, they hit the crack phone
(b*tch, what you trippin' on?) Thirty-six raw, cut that with acetone
Saturday and Sunday, I only talk on the family phone (sh*t)

[Interlude: Freddie Gibbs & Benny The Butcher]
These motherf*ckers out here talking about, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm tired of- I'm tired of all these n*ggas talking about this whole dope sh*t, the drug sh*t, n*gga
n*gga, I made it to the motherf*cking GRAMMY's, n*gga
You talking 'bout ''sh*t, I'll show you the raw'', n*gga (Yo, yo)

[Verse 2: Benny The Butcher & Freddie Gibbs]
I treat her like coke, get her wet, then hit her with the ice
Reward a single b*tch that's faithful to a n*gga with a wife
Plug hate me like I ran off with bundles and f*cked his wife
Migo stabbed me in the eye, hit a dirty knife for the night
You ain't never been in a gang war if you don't know my life
Feds got me up on the gang board, VL for life
Big Rabbit got a package, goddamn it, I keep a Sprite
When Obama got elected, I caught a case with his wife (Yeah)
b*tch, what you trippin' on?
They want to know how I feel about Mach workin' with West
Why would I give a f*ck? I'm rich already, I wish him the best
Played the game where a brick get you death, a hit get you less
Judged for the number on your shirt, but it won't be Mitchell & Ness
You like to claim her, the truth is we shared the b*tch, so I guess
I sent her back with some cash in her purse and di*k on her breath, yeah
I made my girl a star too from buying all that yola
Y'all ain't hear Gibbs? Y'all hoes still crying in Toyotas
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
b*tch, what you trippin' on? Thirty-six raw, cut that with acetone
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, get hard, they hit the crack phone
(b*tch, what you trippin' on?) Thirty-six raw, cut that with acetone
Saturday and Sunday, I only talk on the family phone (b*tch, what you trippin' on?)

[Outro: Benny The Butcher]
This for my n*gga Doug
First n*gga ever gave me a brick, man
How I'm gon' forget you?
That's a chance, you'll be kiddin' me, haha
Federal district attorney
BSF, n*gga