Sputnick - Tedy Andreas, Freddie Gibbs

Motherfucker

It’s that shit you can’t see on TV bitch

You know its crazy out here, crazy out here

Wassup my dogs man, where you at?

In my chat, run up to your spot like a fuckin narc'

This that shit to get high to, for you bitch ass

Yeah, like Raekwon I bring the ruckus

Hardcore higher than the sputnik, hardcore lady fans love it

Yall think its fashion to bang colors, till real G’s run up on you

cause your brain malfunction

My Pakistani at the bodega keep me healthy

All the chopped cheese on the wheatbread, never meal prep

Extort feds with the street cred, till my warrants get dropped and my records

get a rset

Tears dry, no reply to Adom aftr I bang this vine out

Yo shoutout to Amy Winehouse

Fifth grade Bill Nye episodes, spark the plug and my boy that experiment with a

Pyrex

Your trash rhymes got me sidekicked

Won’t stand the test of time I know thats hard for you to digest

Back when you were flippin' sidekicks, I was flippin' percocets holding my nuts

with a tight grip

Long Island mini mansion with ADT cameras with range from Tacoma to Atlanta,

the opera need a phantom

Ninja-black bands with my leg out the window like Juelz Santana

Rag-to-riches enterprisin', Moschino silk sheets tailor-fitted for the guy

Analyze energy, they want me on opposite side of those conniving

Pull the curtains in Continentals

(Peace)