When it comes to serving up quality no-frills rap releases, Freddie Gibbs has cornered the market, slowly but surely. The Gary, Ind. native and 2010 XXL Freshman has made a career out of sticking to the script and putting the focus on his acumen as a lyricist rather than the antics many rappers rely on today, making him one of the more respected and acclaimed spitters in the game. After going through the legal storm that kept him locked up in Europe on sexual assault charges for a chunk of 2016, Freddie Gibbs was exonerated and returned to the music scene in 2017 with his third studio album, You Only Live 2wice. He joined G Perico and Mozzy for “Colors” earlier this year, and now the rapper is back with his latest full-length offering, Freddie.
With cover art inspired by R&B legend Teddy Pendergrass’ 1979 album Teddy, Freddie showcases Gibbs’ more debonair side in between musings centered around the dope game, with winning results. Boasting production from Kenny Beats, Adrian Lau, Dupri, Enstrumentals, Freddie Kane, RichGains, Skinny, and Tony Seltzer, and guest appearances from 03 Greedo, Cassie Jo Craig and Gibbs’ own daughter, Irie Jane Gibbs, on the outro track, Freddie continues the Midwestern rhyme animal’s streak of producing high-powered material. While fans are still awaiting a new full-length project with Madlib, Freddie stacks up alongside the best hip-hop releases of 2018.
After giving Gangsta Gibbs’ latest long player a few spins, XXL picked out 20 of the best lyrics from Freddie that are sure to have listeners mashing rewind buttons.
“Pushin’ weight, nigga, I ain’t pulled a muscle yet/Walkin’ with the AR-15, dog don’t need to muzzle that/Strippin’ lots a pasta like a mobster, I make truffle that/Got a quarter milli in my trunk, underneath the duffle that/Duffle that, where my duffle at?/In the sewer choppin’ up them rats, where piranhas at” —Freddie Gibbs
“I turn that bando to a dope house, bitch, I renovate/I hit the party and whip that white girl to vanilla shake/Believe her, off the bitch, I take a nigga spot like Willie Beamen/Kitty, kitty, fuck a Hellcat, I got the demon/Used to smoke a stogie with Alexis in the Beamer/I miss my Miami hoe, she was a dick pleaser” —Freddie Gibbs
“Yeah, whippin’ that Richard Pryor/Chicken comin’ in soft get it hard fried/I just came through Porsche’d out with the frog eyes/Got that Afghani dope with the mob ties/Pop the Glock at yo top, throw the Glock away/Beat the cake just like Ikey beat Anna Mae/I don’t got shit for a pussy-ass nigga, but white shit and yellow tape” —Freddie Gibbs
“Benz fully automatic/Chopper fully automatic/She gon’ suck me off, it’s automatic/You can wife the hoe ’cause I done had it/And I ain’t never had a OG, most them old heads niggas ratted/Carolina Park cane train, I’m the big Lloyd bunny rabbit” —Freddie Gibbs
“Send your bitch to shop in London, seven-hour flight the hoe ain’t bring no baggage/Street sweeper got a heat seeker, push a pussy nigga off the planet/Oh God, show you niggas how to rob/I can shoot a nigga in the face and make the bond/Knock him out his Louboutins, over 500 degrees when I cook a nigga” —Freddie Gibbs
“Smoking with a package then the package get you fucked off/When they sent the po-po to my door but y’all was ducked off/Fuckin’ up a plate of sushi wontons with the duck sauce/Sent the pack of doggy to me, walkin’ fuckin’ buff soft/Pick your phone up, I just touched down with the bow bow/Pick your phone up, I just touched down with the puppy chow/Puttin’ zones up, got a brick, I’m ’bout to bust it down/Pick your phone up, bet that rat hoe wanna fuck me now” —Freddie Gibbs
“Cruisin’ through the city in my ‘018/Sendin’ the bitches, servin’ the fiends/Ridin’ through the street, just caught a lick/Take that flip and I caught my first brick/I’m a Baby Loc cri-ni-nip, role model ni-ni-nip/I ain’t got the swag and got the sauce, I got the dri-ni-nip/I can do a feature, do a show, and hit the dealership/Ask Channel 7, people say I’m really dealin’ shit” —03 Greedo
“I’m here for the sex/I must confess/Hit your hoe and left that shit drippin’ wet/I must confess/Fuck this rap shit I’m just here for the check/I must confess/Po-po throw the hundred years on the desk/I won’t confess” —Freddie Gibbs
“Drop the dope in Terre Haute, get throat from your bitch, yeah/Ballin’ on your captains like I’m a scholarship, yeah/Got straight to the funds, I was one and done/Trade these hoes like Kyrie, I’m LeBron/Mafioso don/Shout out to Diego, my day one/We done copped a ton/Left her house soon as I saw the sun/I was one and done” —Freddie Gibbs
“I’m too legit, yeah/Just copped that new GTR-RR, I’m super lit, yeah/I’m super lit, yeah//Too lit to quit, yeah/She wanna wrap it and package it, I’m like shit yeah, bitch yeah/I got my first paycheck, quit my job, let’s get some yay today/My money in the struggle, had to put my shit on layaway/Once they got a taste of that white flake, boy they couldn’t stay away/Emptied out my 45, hit ’em with that MJ fade away” —Freddie Gibbs
“Been checkin’ you for so long and I feel/Girl you should let me know, what the deal/Been peepin’ out your vibe and if you wanna let me slide/Then what you need to do right now is keep it real” —Freddie Gibbs
“Bust down Jubilee, fuck up a check, I got my Rolls blinged/Got expensive taste, won’t even take head from a broke bitch/Smoke that kush and pop them perkies, drank and snort that blow, bitch/Back when I was broke, wouldn’t even take head from a broke bitch” —Freddie Gibbs
“Or a slut bag or a thot thot/I was 17 with a knot knot/And I’m chop rocked or the snot box/Shout out to my niggas on the lot lot/We gon’ shut it down when the narcs out/Hurt a fuck nigga feelings when you fuck up a check at the car lot” —Freddie Gibbs
“A hunnid karats on my neck, I put it on the set set/And my wrist is dripping wet, I put it in the set set/Copping foreigns off the lot, I brought it to the set set/Nigga pop and drop an opp, I did it for the set set” —Freddie Gibbs
“Gotta ice a nigga so my swiper nigga put the brand new choppers on the Visa card/Told that pussy nigga that this ain’t no motherfucking movie but you gotta play your part/Get you cut boy, snap and put it on the what boy/All these rappers got humungous choppers but I swear they got some baby nuts boy” —Freddie Gibbs
“Smokin’ ooh, P1 aqua blue/Just washed up the shoe/I cannot put Kobe’s on my new shit, I put 22/Hit the store, I just dropped a fo’, I just dropped a deuce/Chicken hoe, mix it in the bowl, straight look like manure/Ooh, all white Maybach, bitch I’m slippin’ through/Diddy bopping, I need me a Cassie and a ’62″” —Freddie Gibbs
“Fuck the club I’m in the basement with the bag/Baggin’ up, told my momma I’ll stop serving if I go platinum/I might cop her some Red Bottoms if the hoe bad enough/Red dot on pussy niggas, we just toe taggin’ ’em” —Freddie Gibbs
“Taggin’ ’em, taggin’ ’em, body-baggin’ ’em/Club said we can’t bring the strap wit’ us, we gon’ stab ’em all/Two hoes can’t fit in this stand wit’ us, we gon’ lap ’em up/Touchdown then I Deion Sander’d ’em/One-night stand’d her” —Freddie Gibbs
“I might pull in that Benz and your fist blows/I’m so clean I make the bitch take of her shoes/Drippin’ water nothing monkey on my jewels/Give me good brain but that pussy do the fool/Fendi buckle coat, rockin’ up the dope/All my smokers smoke it on the spot and get they shit to go/I just left out Long Beach with 10 bricks, I’m fucking with dem locs” —Freddie Gibbs
“Buckingham Palace with the palates on, I’m high as fuck/15 grams of yayo on the table, bitch come line ’em up/Brought two pounds of killer on my tour bus, but that ain’t enough/She want my committee, throw that pussy, but that ain’t enough/Ain’t enough, bitch you lame as fuck/Had yo nigga sick, he wrote the bitch while I was layin’ up” —Freddie Gibbs