Uh, uh
Where we at, man?
We in London, man, shout out my boy Westwood
It’s G Herbo
Gang shit
I get pussy of my son’s features
Yo’ bitch probably 20 somethin’ times his age and can’t wait to meet him
She gon’ kneel to a king when she meet him, uh
It’s always meanin’ in the squeal
Blizzy clip see-through
Play, I’ll leave you
Fight, I Ali you
I know how to read you
How could you betray me? I was tryna feed you
Real, loyal, street smart, killer, yeah, I need you
You go toe to toe with a gorilla? I believe you
I ain’t get the nigga dead yet ’cause I ain’t need to
Gotta die a real nigga ’cause I agreed to
You got a bond, they say “Free you,” they could’ve freed you
Hoes all on my line, all on my feed, too
Tell ’em slide, got the drink and I got some weed, too
And we got them other drugs, shit, if you need to
Have the first one on us, ’cause you ain’t gon’ need two
Back to the subject, play me in the club, check
I done spent a dub just on Balenci’ Triple S
Pull up in some shit, a S
Make her wan’ lose her dress
Dash 200 up, I be tryna lose the stress
Lotta shit I said I ‘posed to did, I ain’t do it yet
My homie ran up some bands, got a newer TEC
And I signed with Belaire so I don’t do Moët
And I ran up some cash, so I’ma do a jet
And you gettin’ money, tell me, how you was stressed?
Look, hold on, let me see
Uh, yeah
I was a youngin’ on shit
Fazo had that black [?]
Over east on some shit
Him and Reese on some shit
We was young and hearin’ stories, we couldn’t wait to see some shit
I’ma buy my own gun, I can’t wait to heat some shit
When I bought my first gun, I done went and flamed up some shit
Next day, I’m goin’ to school, they said my name in that bitch
Niggas walkin’ up to me, like, “You dangerous as shit”
Damn, I thought we was all gang bangers and shit
Niggas changin’ and shit, snitchin’
How he turn witness?
It was all good, heard his statement, then he switched it
Kill him with yo’ dog out here, now he a statistic
Then he turned states on you, why he with the district?
Pussy, keep your distance
All these niggas out here rappin’ suckin’ dick lips
But I been rich since
And I can spot a fuck nigga, I got a sixth sense
These bitches go through Kevlar, don’t get your shit rinsed
What I spent on choppers, could’ve bought a cheap Benz
I been in that field too long, I need a deep cleanse
Plenty nights we fired the block up then re-spin
We chasin’ dreams and nightmares, but we ain’t Meek friends
Shit, a lot of square feet I sleep in
Backwoods cheap in, Louis Vuitton sheets in
Used to be trap houses, fiends was all tweaked in
I can’t even tell ’em shit, shouldn’t have got ’em geeked in
I be like everywhere, they see me eatin’ [?]
“Herbo, can you take a picture?” These some fans
We just need you walk through, these some bands
Ain’t gon’ search you, get the hawk through, these ya mans
You been sleepin’ all week, you don’t need the Xans
And you know I’m fly like Peter Pan
Uh
You know we from 79th and Essex, we all the way in London now, man
Shout out my boy Westwood
Gang shit
We got G Money
Uh
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