Big Boss Rabbit Lyrics Freddie Gibbs

[There's Never Any Doubts In My Mind
Because I'm The Best In The World
Even Though A Lot Of You Don't Like To Hear That
I Just, It's Facts, I'm The Best
You Know What I Mean?
I, Sometimes, I Don't Wanna Believe In Myself
But It's The Truth, I'm The Best
And I'm Just Convinced
You Know What I Mean?
These Fellas, How Dare Them Challenge Me
With Their Somewhat Primiti-primitive Skills
They're Just As Good As Dead]

Slamming, Big MAC-11
Back Of The Sevеn On Some Boss Shit (Yeah)
I Put That Presidеnt On My Wrist
And I Got Frostbit (Woo)
Stack It Like Pringles
You Want A Single?
It's Gone Cost You (Yeah)
Slow On That Heroin
I Don't Sell Them Bi*ches Too Often (Ah)

Man, My Jewelry Like Some Laser Beams (Bling)
Step Out With Your Lady
Shoot Some Babies On The Maybelline (Yeah)
And Overdose The Stroller
Cut The Co-co With The Ketamine (Sh)
Dope And Ibuprofen In My Bowl
I Got Them Recipes (Skrrt)
Boss Shit, Shoot It Like Steph
I Just Hit The Three And I Wasn't Even Looking
Your Favorite Rapper Just Hit The Stage
Well, Bi*ch, We About To Book Them
Bi*ches In Love With Us, Keep The Pussy
I Just Keep It Pushing (Yeah)
My Baby Momma's Knew The Job Was Crooked
Before They Took It (bi*ch)
Kane Train Reckless, Bi*ch
We Running Shit
Just Touched Down In The Airport
Louis V Backpack Full Of Them Hundreds
Bi*ch (Yeah)
Cleaner Than McQueen, Ho, I'm A Gangster
Not No Lover, Bi*ch (Yeah-yeah)
Grammy Afterparty Bi*ch
We Rock It Like We Won It
Bi*ch (Yeah)

Boss Shit, Big MAC-11
Back Of The Seven On Some Boss Shit (Yeah)
I Put That President On My Wrist
And I Got Frostbit (Brr)
Stack It Like Pringles, You Want A Single?
It's Gone Cost You (Yeah)
CEO Rabbit, Young Freddie Kane
I'm On Some Boss Shit (Yeah)
Big MAC-11
Back Of The Seven On Some Boss Shit (Brrat)
I Put That President On My Wrist
And I Got Frostbit (Brrat)
Stack It Like Pringles, You Want A Single?
It's Gone Cost You (bi*ch)
Pull Up To Your Funeral, Man
Shoot Up Your Fu*king Coffin (Brrt)

I Blow Your House Up With That Hunnid Drum
(Yeah, Yeah)
No Hot 100, I'm A Hot Boy With Some Murder Ones
(Yeah, Yeah)
Cash Money Kane, Big Number One Sunday
You My Youngest Son
(Yeah, Yeah)
See My First Crackhead Like That Bimmer Back In '91
(bi*ch)
And I Been On The Blaze Since 2 Pac Was Rocking
The Gumby Fade (Yeah)
Fu*king Up My Cup With This Activis Like Some Lemonade
Bi*ches Big B-L, If You Violate
You're A Renegade
Know Trigger Fingers
Ain't Have To Type On Your Twitter Page
(Yeah, Yeah)

Freddie Krueger
P-90 Ruger
I'm Keepin' On 'em (Yeah)
Niggas Say They Ain't Losing Sleep
Tell Them, "I'm Sleepin' On Them" (bi*ch)

Got Heavy Traffic
The Neighbors Might Call The People On Them
(Yeah, Yeah)
Surround Your Car With ARs
I Put The Reaper On Them
Death Wish, Reach Them With That Automatic Shotty
That's A Death Kiss
Niggas Be Pullin' Through
So I Aim Above The Neck, Bi*ch
Fly With It On Me
I Got My Blicky On The Jet, Bi*ch
Ready To Set It Off
And I Put That On The Set, Bi*ch (Yeah)

Boss Shit, Big MAC-11
Back Of The Seven On Some Boss Shit (Yeah)
I Put That President On My Wrist
And I Got Frostbit (Brr)
Stack It Like Pringles
You Want A Single?
It's Gone Cost You (bi*ch)
CEO Rabbit, Young Freddie Kane
I'm On Some Boss Shit (Yeah)
Big MAC-11
Back Of The Seven On Some Boss Shit (Brrat)

I Put That President On My Wrist
And I Got Frostbit (Brrat)
Stack It Like Pringles
You Want A Single?
It's Gone Cost You (bi*ch)
Pull Up To Your Funeral
Man, Shoot Up Your Fu*king Coffin (Brrt)

Ha-Ha-Ha, Nigga
Ha-Ha-Ha
Don't Violate!
I'm Violent!