On the phone cussin’ out my baby mama/She hate it cause I hang out with the killers and the robbers/Got a house in California and I flooded it with choppers/Met my plug and got a duffle bag of dope at Benihanas
from Narcos lyrics by Freddie Gibbs
Business as usual for Gibbs; balancing home life with the drug game. He’s not mincing words, only letting those that don’t know aware of how he’s walking both sides. It’s more than just a job for him, it’s a lifestyle that he’s embracing wholeheartedly. The beat is just as ominous as the previous one, and is a signature sound that has come to define Freddie’s style of play. No nonsense, all fire.
