| Aye, aye |
| I'm a renegade, everyday rep EBK like CMG |
| I'm a CEO and a chief, all my lil young niggas got the streets |
| I been trying to stay discreet, they'll put a nigga six feet for G's |
| Ain't no missing with that switch, just run up on his ass and squeeze |
| Magic trick, 'cause we made burgundy out fifty white tees |
| Put a black tee on that night 'cause it be brightening my VVS |
| And I don't believe in hype, if you want youngin' turn like me |
| I was fresh up off a mission, seeing hypes with my CD's |
| But these young niggas not righteous, tighten up, please |
| How you fucking with G, show me a million plus, at least |
| Cost me five G's just to button up my fleece |
| Spiral how I bleed, fuck the auntie and the niece, uh |
| Pulling up in fleets, five whips, no lease |
| Everybody eat, all my shooters elite |
| Who keeping up with me, fuck off a half a ticket a week |
| I been spitting like Jay and Ye, go from beat to another beat |
| Counting up in my fucking sleep, it's what I do |
| I just tell the truth and get my dick sucked in the booth |
| Been lit since a jit, I stay popping shit like usual |
| I'm just tryna get rich bae, I don't want to lose you |
| I'm not Ace or Mitch bae, Rico touch my backdoor I'mma shoot |
| Fuck off racks in Saks, so my closet look like I loot |
| Money bring envy, so my vengeance was a coupe |
| I told Glo she good in the 'Raq, I was drunk in Memphis like Mac Snoop |
| But I'm Lil Herbie, it's Big Herbie G, hoes slurping me like soup |
| My lil baby hot as mercury, her pussy taste like fruit |
| I just slay a thot, o-kay-kay, stay, I'mma play her like a flute |
| Bring a friend or two, might take her state to state just 'cause she new |
| When I land I'm MVP, I been daring a nigga to |
| Black McLaren, it's GT, Forgiato on my shoes |
| Ain't nobody above me, big boss, I make the rules |
| Better hope we don't be in yo' street |
| Swing this car door and make the news |
| How do you hate, I'm 28, I blew through money like a fool |
| A hundred million before 30 but I might be 32 |
| All the youngins do what I do, they try to stick to me like glue |
| Tryna pull up in that Bent, I got the print, blue |
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