Ride G Herbo

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[Verse 1]
G Herbo that's my name
Where I come from brazy
I seen way more shit in shootouts
But it never phased me
My little lessons made me
Mama, Essex raised me
I might take the easiest route
But I'm never lazy
I get fly like the first day of school
Freshest nigga in the room
Bitches seem to lose cool when they see me
Although I'm a cool dude
Trick her mind, spit her lines
Get behind, block her line
Fooled you
Bitches love to run their mouth
To see what they can figure out, blues clues
I'm just tryna stack green 'til I get a big amount
Blues too
Fuck her good, getting head
Pop a perc, show you what them blues do
And if it ain't getting money
Bet not ever let a nigga accuse you
Stay a 100, play your role, draw the line
Don't let no nigga abuse you
Fucking hoes, counting money
Fresh as fuck, that shit's just to use you
Gangways, traphouses, shootings
That's the type of shit I'm used to
Fill the sprite with a deuce
But I don't drink that shit no more, I used to
In the hood, everyday, tryna smoke my day away
I used to
Sipping lean, everyday, tryna take my pain away
I used to
Niggas stay in your lane, yeah this 30 I know how to use too
Right before you get in my ride
I need to know you gon' ride
Told her lets go for a ride
I got a chauffeur to drive