Empanadas Lyrics – Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist
“Empanadas” by Freddie Gibbs and The Alchemist is a wild, unapologetic ride through Freddie’s rawest thoughts—where sex, street life, betrayal, and sarcasm all blur into one cinematic experience. Known for their unmatched chemistry, Gibbs and The Alchemist deliver once again. This track opens with a laid-back, vintage West Coast vibe, but don’t let the smooth intro fool you—the bars are blunt, bold, and brutally honest. Between gritty flashbacks and absurdly funny lines, Freddie raps like he’s telling you stories at the end of a long night. Add The Alchemist’s funky, sample-heavy beat, and the result is a track that hits you with humor, heat, and hard truths all at once.
Lyrics of “Empanadas” – Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist
✦ Intro – Freddie Gibbs
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah Uh
Uh, Check, Check
Yeah, As I Cruise
On My ’68 In My ’72S
Blue Suede Shoes
Benz Seats, Still
Make A B!tch Pat Her Feet
To The Concrete
Yeah, Yeah, Uh
Uh, Hit Me, Uh, Hit Me
✦ Verse – Freddie Gibbs
Ayy, Yo, For-Sheezy
Nigga, That Ho Was Thick, That B!tch Was Greasy, Believe Me
B!tches Be Always Tryin’ To Billie Jean Me, Waikiki
Took These Hoes On Trips, Came Through Too Blingy, She Clingy (Yeah)
I Don’t Like Fu*kin’ H**s In The Snow, 84 Degrees Me (Woo)
I’m Posted In Nicaragua With Tasha, That B!tch A Rider
She Don’t Want Shit But D!ck And A Couple Dollars So I Supplied Her
Treat That Ho Like Henry Hill, Got ’em Mixin’ And Sniffin’ Powder, Uh
I Gotta Go Home, My Baby Mama Makin’ Empanadas
Gracias, De Nada, I’m Blessin’ Tables And Sayin’ Grace
Smacked Him In Miami, His Boys Jumped Me, He Played It Safe
B!tches In Buffalo Get The Same Thing, They Was Throwin’ Plates
Limped Away On His Good Foot, But He Ain’t Bust A Grape
These Nigga Fake
Sealed Documents, Still Poppin’ It
Fu*k The Certified Crack Babies, Come Get Your Mama Hit (Yeah)
Shit Ain’t Sellin’, They Gotta Resort To Drama Shit
Fu*k These Love & Hip-hop Niggas, I’m At The Oscars, B!tch
When I Was Livin’ With Sid, I Had A Rasta B!tch (Yeah)
Candice With The Good Pum-pum, Got Me Watchin’ Soccer, B!tch
Chelle Fu*ked Me So Good In Bali, Might Have To Bring Her Back
If She Get Pregnant, I’ll Teach My Son To Shoot Like Tee Morant
Ho, I’m Court-side, Drunk As Fu*k Like I’m Tee Morant
Caught The Ball In Barclay’s Center, I Should’ve Dunked That B!tch
Never Catchin’ Feelings, These B!tches Might Suck A Hundred D!cks
And Put You In The System, Ho, Get A Job With The Government, B!tch
✦ Outro – Freddie Gibbs
B!tch, Go Work For The Motherfu*kin’ Fbi
Detectives Or Somethin’, B!tch, You Feel Me?
Workin’ My Motherfu*kin’ Nerves
(And She Said, And She Said)
I Love You, Baby
(And She Said, And She Said)
I Need You, Baby
Don’t Leave Me, Baby
Lil’ B!tch, Say Okay, Say Okay
Don’t Leave Me, Baby
Don’t Leave Me, Baby
Don’t Leave Me, Baby
Don’t Leave Me, Baby
Don’t Leave Me, Baby
Yeah
What You Wanna Do?
How Do You Wanna Handle It?
I Got It
I Gotta Handle This Shit Myself
