Gold Feet Lyrics – Freddie Gibbs &The Alchemist (feat. JID)

Gold Feet – Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist ft. JID

✦ Intro: Freddie Gibbs

Yeah
They just ain’t gonna freak it, freak it like me, ya dig?
Yeah

✦ Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs & JID

The f**k a ring, b!tch, I like to cheat
I bought some gold feet, put that on my old-school Capris
Dunk it like Dominique

Feelin’ good, feelin’ great, h*e
Got my cake up, they gon’ wake up
Taste the yayo, the yayo

L.A. price was high, I’m with the [?] [?] got me sitchy, sippin’ chickies out of state, yo
Like, yeah, feelin’ fine, feelin’ good, b!tch
Got some bougie h*es who still gon’ f**k a hood b!tch

So do it, b!tch, go ’head, let me strike it
You know how I like it
She said, “All my stripper friends invited”—only if they dykin’

And I just left the [?], so icy, they want me indicted
Sleep with one eye open, always lurkin’, movin’ in silence
Left Eye, rest in peace, I like to creep
F**ked her on gold feet

You can [?] on the East
Pick up a whole ki’
Used to be out West with the work, servin’ the Chinatown
Lord, and then get caught with the pipes
I had to pipe it down, down

Feelin’ good, feelin’ great (great, great)
Feelin’ great, feelin’ good
How are you, n***a? How are you?

I’m in the Ritz, finna mix with a thick b!tch
How ’bout you?
Say you wanna win, f**k n***a
But you really can’t miss your wind, but you gotta jump through

Ten in my Benz, put it on new shoes
F**k rap n***as, I don’t do new crews
N***as get [?] and get to kickin’ sh*t
We get to killin’ sh*t, too much to lose

I don’t be chasin’ these b!tches, don’t choose
Breakin’ your h*e while you breakin’ the news
N***as irrelevant without their b!tch
I’m a motherf**kin’ pimp, so I’m makin’ the rules, b!tch

Feelin’ good, feelin’ great (great, great)
Feelin’ great, feelin’ good
How are you, n***a? How are you?
I’m in the Ritz, finna mix with a thick b!tch
How ’bout you? Yeah
Finna whip this brick, n***a, how ’bout you?

✦ Verse 2: JID

Bro, I’m coolin’, lookin’ ghoulish
Feelin’ great, the flow is fluid
Flames, fires in the nighttime
Dancin’ around, the barrel bangs

Layin’ in that bed you made
Gangsters in my DNA
Jeans through the seams, tailor-made
It’s hard to fabricate

Back-to-back with stacks of platinum plaques
You know my resumé
Lil’ buddy was slingin’ and catchin’ plays
On the Eastside in a leather A

Beatin’ the block with a heavy bass
Damn, fleein’ the cops
Schemin’ on them in a ski mask
In the summer inside of the city

Don’t care if you see ’em or not
It’s insidious
I’m in Italy with Sicilians
Standin’ on stage, no, spitting soliloquies

I’m a sinner, my life is a center
But send me a script, I could be on a big screen
Bunch of bad women with the cinnamon skin
She send me a pic’, it’s a dick tea’

Let’s be serious, I got experience
Win the series like I play for the big leagues
Okay, I’m feelin’ great, feelin’ good
I fill a tank, hit the bank, get a dub

F**k a vape, fill a pape’, full of bud
Take a drag, take a drink
Drawin’ blanks, what’s your name?
I forgot what it was

But what a day with my head in the clouds
Moved around, thought it only was us
But n***as don’t counter the camera
Then chill in Mechanicsville

Cuttin’, cookin’ the chemicals
Kamikaze but no cannibalism
He caught a body, ain’t know what to do with him
I think about it back when we was just little

Now I’m excited and it’s on for a milli’
It’s kinda crazy when you do the comparisons
Really, ’cause both of us making a killin’

I’m feelin’ good, I’m great, I’m straight, my boy
Can’t too many n***as relate, my boy

Okay, I shift shapes
I ain’t shootin’ the sh*t, they was throwin’ shade
I’ma throw a fist like Sugar Shane

Can’t really even ask n***a, “How your day?
How are you? How are things?”
Sh*t bad, b!tch, I might go insane like Howard Hughes

’Cause I can cop a plane like Howard too
On the money chase with a wild goose
N***a, I ain’t really fazed, I follow through
Goin’ out in a blaze, like…

✦ Outro

How ’bout you?
Finna mix with a thick b!tch, how ’bout you?