(feat. Lil Bibby)
[Intro: Lil Herb (Lil Bibby)]
Aye Bibby, let's k** sh** broski. Whatchu wanna do?
(It's whatever man, just go on ahead and rip that sh**
Ima come around and clean that sh** up)
Lets get it
[Verse 1: Lil Herb]
Know a couple n***as that's down to ride for a homicide
When it's drama time run up on a n***a with the llamas flyin
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
One-fifty I'm really wit' it, I'll drop his a** and then forget it
I'm the man round my side of town, might see a b**h and forget I hit it
Lil Bibby on the track with me, one mistake and he clap fifty
When I hit the scene hoes go insane
Cause they know a n***a got them racks wit' me,
No velcro but the strap wit' me let a n***a wanna act silly
I'mma let it off and then leave him there, ride off and don't even care
b**h I cash out 'till I pa** out, got a couple trues I don't even wear
In the game b**h I do my thang, hoes scream my name I ain't even there
Lil Herb boy I doos this, leave your b**h wetter than a pool pit
And I make bands like I make friends, bought some ray-bans on some cool sh**
But now it's back to some k**a sh**, got some wild hoes that'll drill a b**h
Yea it's no limit, thirty years runnin', thirty years gunnin' and we still the sh**
I never run cause I stay to fight, I'll cook a n***a like steak and rice
And it's hella real in the battlefield, g**n gotta pay the price
Hit a n***a with the forty fifth, bet it make his a** do forty flips
M-O-B I don't love a ho, Ima be this way 'til I'm forty six
Matter of fact 'til a n***a die, smoke kush blunts 'til a n***a cry
And I never feed off another man cause I understand how a n***a lie
Never snitch on a n***a dry, yea that's how a n***a die
Got a young b**h in the pa**enger, she gon' s** and f** if I get her high
If I do the dash then my whip will fly, foriegn sh** what a n***a ride
I ain't never sneezin' let a n***a try, got the nine rutger on a n***a side
[Verse 2: Lil Bibby]
Lil Bibby, no limit yea
I'm all about that sack b**h, my young n***as they clap sh**
Let the mac spit, we whack sh**
Weezy in that cut
With that nina that's that black b**h
Rico wanna' get 'em, I'm like cuz' man I got this
Shootin' sh**, Hittin' sh**
Four five extended clip
Y'all be on that snitchin' sh**
And Y'all know what snitches get, no limit sh**, we wit' the sh**s, I'm Focused on gettin' rich
M-O-B forget a b**h, right after I hit the b**h
Like point me to the kitchen b**h, I be water-whippin' sh**
Whip it, Jeff Gordon whip it
Hit it wit' the fork, straight drop no shorts
Shooters on and off the court, shoot a n***a off his porch, turn a n***a to a corpse
Yea I'm bout that, rollin' up that loud pack
Catch me lackin'? I doubt that, cause I never leave without that
And that's real sh**, got real hitters they k** sh**
You f** around hit the k** switch, these hollow tips you feel this
And I'm tryna get real rich cause my mama said I wouldn't be sh**
Nobody never gave me sh**
Like "Bibby hop on this remix"
"That's five hundred, no free sh**"
Cause I'm hot
And I do this sh** for my block
I got thirty off in that Glock, have my nina give you top
Bodies gon' drop and we ain't gon' stop
R-I-P Roc, catch a few opps, send a few shots might hit a few blocks
f** a few thots
I need two mill, might seem like a lot but I spit straight drop
So its really not, my team gon' eat, R-I-P to police
Fake n***as don't speak, cop k**ers in the heat
Catch me in the streets, shout out to broski