The Colleagues Feat. Freddie Gibbs - Red Vans

Lyrics

I wanna fuck on a bad bitch, bring in another one with you, yeah
You wanna jump in a fast whip, I'ma go back to back with you, yeah
You wanna get on some cash shit, I'ma go get a pack with you, yeah
I got the dope in the stash bitch, hoppin' it up with my niggas, yeah
I wanna fuck on a bad bitch, bring in another one with you, yeah
You wanna jump in a fast whip, I'ma go back to back with you, yeah
You wanna get on some cash shit, I'ma go get a pack with you, yeah
I got the dope in the stash bitch, hoppin' it up with my niggas, yeah

Fuckin' with this rich bitch, I might lick her 'fore I lay her, yeah
I start, I slide with this stick just like a hockey player, yeah
Water on my necklace, frosty, freezer, 'fridgerator, yeah
Dope boy in the Benzi, with them Vans on like a skater, yeah
I start sellin' Rocsi in Seattle, choppin' paper, yeah
Courtside next to Magic, I should go sign with the Lakers, yeah
Used to flip when Bobby pulled up in the Navigtor, yeah
Shout to CCA, but I'm a Eastside Gary, neighbor yeah
Traphouse was my bitch house, right on 19th and Virginia, yeah
If I fall off with this rap shit, bitch, I'm right back in it, yeah
We be at my dope spot, sellin' dope at Discount Liquors, yeah
Kicked him out the clique cause he was snitchin, takin' pictures, yeah
Nigga snitchin, takin' pictures
I used to have him at my crib, found out he was a witness
I told that pussy nigga Lemon, he ain't with the business
Hoe, I'm the OG, MC-G, the realest nigga livin', yeah

I wanna fuck on a bad bitch, bring in another one with you, yeah
You wanna jump in a fast whip, I'ma go back to back with you, yeah
You wanna get on some cash shit, I'ma go get a pack with you, yeah
I got the dope in the stash bitch, hoppin' it up with my niggas, yeah
I wanna fuck on a bad bitch, bring in another one with you, yeah
You wanna jump in a fast whip, I'ma go back to back with you, yeah
You wanna get on some cash shit, I'ma go get a pack with you, yeah
I got the dope in the stash bitch, hoppin' it up with my niggas, yeah

I just caught a first class flight to China, bitch you local, yeah
2 AM, picked up your bitch and hit that Bossanova, yeah
West coast, I know who the suckers is, and who the soldiers, yeah
They was shaking booty, I was shaking up that coca, yeah
Got my nigga Deuce, my nigga Worth and they be 'whoopin, yeah
Shout out Tiny Sodi in the 'pen and keep it movin', yeah
Bitch, I know some lames, I know some Grapes, I know some Hoovers, yeah
Ride down  with the top off , yeah
When I'm in the Bay, you know it's rest in peace to Jacka, yeah
Nigga, fuck this rap shit, we was wrapping up a package, yeah
Bust down on your block and use an 'op for target practice, yeah
Got my shit expunged, I took them crackers off my jacket, yeah
Yeah them crackers, I'm back to jackin'
Got on probation in the way, but I was still packin'
I keep my strap next to my bad bitch, I ain't never lackin'
That high speed chase, we bustin' at the sergeant and the captain, yeah, nigga

I wanna fuck on a bad bitch, bring in another one with you, yeah
You wanna jump in a fast whip, I'ma go back to back with you, yeah
You wanna get on some cash shit, I'ma go get a pack with you, yeah
I got the dope in the stash bitch, hoppin' it up with my niggas, yeah
I wanna fuck on a bad bitch, bring in another one with you, yeah
You wanna jump in a fast whip, I'ma go back to back with you, yeah
You wanna get on some cash shit, I'ma go get a pack with you, yeah
I got the dope in the stash bitch, hoppin' it up with my niggas, yeah