Lil Herb - k** sh** lyrics

(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