Mar-A-Lago lyrics by Freddie Gibbs and The Alchemist from Alfredo 2 are a perfect blend of unapologetic violence, drug game nostalgia, and pure boss energy with cold detachment. Freddie Gibbs and The Alchemist, known for their critically acclaimed collaborations and cinematic street narratives, are a dynamic rapper-producer duo. Blending Freddie’s razor-sharp lyricism with The Alchemist’s soulful, sample-heavy beats, the two have set a gold standard in modern underground hip-hop. The song begins with an intense intro—”A’ight, Cool / T’d Up, Whoo”—that immediately sets a street-ready and high-energy mood. The beats are a blend of dark trap vibes and layered samples that sync perfectly with The Alchemist’s signature style and Freddie’s raw flow.
Mar-A-Lago Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist Lyrics
[Chorus]
We The Men, Like My Nigga Bunk, I’m The B-O-N (Yeah)
D-O-N, Federal Agents Parked Outside My Street Again
Yeah, All-black Whips, I Meeched The Fleet Again (Yeah)
Got Off That Dog And Served That C Again (Yeah)
[Verse]
Wrappin’ It Up, Stackin’ It Up, If I See Buddy, I’m Clappin’ Him Up
I’ma Go Shoot At That Bitch, If That Nigga Survive,
One Day, We Could Patch It Up, Yeah, Yeah
Shit, I’m Lyin’, Ain’t Givin’ No Passes Up (Yeah, Bitch)
Fuck Around, Throw A Grenade And Blow Your Casket Up,
Don’t Gas ’em Up
(Yeah, Told That Lil’ Nigga, Don’t Fuck With Me,
But You Wanna Fuck With A Nigga, Man)
Ice Cold, But Still Highly Flammable
Pimp His Ass And Nasty, Did Burn Like Pussy, No Prophylactic (Yeah)
Took The Summer Off To Fuck All The Baddies With Plastic Asses
Niggas Be Writin’ Checks With They Mouth,
But One Day, They Gotta Cash It (Yeah)
Call Him Out And Once This Shit Bounce, I’m Pissin’ On They Ashes
Don’t Look Past A Hoe Like I’m Magic, Behind The Back Like Patrick
Walked Away From Multiple Crashes, But It Ain’t Wreck My Status
(Yeah, That’s Who He Is, It Ain’t Wreck My Status, Yeah)
We Kicked Two Hoes Up Out My House Tonight (Yeah)
Fucked On Both Of Them Bitches
Like They Was Spouse Tonight (Yeah, Yeah)
Gave That Bitch That Rabbit Ice,
She Was Rockin’ The Mouse On Ice
Don’t Fuck With A Bitch That Ain’t Got Her Taxes,
Credit And Housin’ Right
She Bound To Bust That Pussy,
Rush That Pussy For A Thousand Likes
It’s Ass, Pussy, And Mouth Tonight (That’s Who He Is)
Yeah, Bitch, She Servin’ Three Holes
I’m Runnin’ Through Her Whole Friend Group,
Fuckin’ Three Amigos
Man, I’m Meetin’ The ‘migas, Born And Raised, Streets Of Levi
Rockin’ Nike Spontos, Got That From My Vatos (Yeah)
I’m Ridin’ In The Demon On Lincoln, I’m Dodgin’ Potholes
Feds Hit My Shit, They Ain’t Gettin’ Shit, Mar-A-Lago
[Chorus]
‘Cause We The Men, Like My Nigga Bunk, I’m The B-O-N
D-O-N, Federal Agents Parked Outside My Street Again (Yeah)
Yeah, All-black Whips, I Meeched The Fleet Again (Yeah)
Got Off That Dog And Served That C Again (Yeah)
