[Intro]
L’s
(Jahlil Beats Holla At Me)
[Verse 1: Lil Herb]
Lil Herbie i'm No Limit
Hit the strip with my doors tinted
On 28’s I'm EBK, fuck the Mob, fuck the Lake
I see Juvie slam the rakes, I see shoota blam the 8
That's word to God no county floor
My word is bond, That's word to Shawn
I grind for mine I ride for mine
Don't ride for yours I'm in this bitch
No Limit shit, I been the shit
Don’t leave the shit, don't need a bitch
Just tell her lies and feed her dick
No Limit hoe, pull up in a benz or a lambo
With the black rims and the tan doors
Try to rob me I know Rambo
When the can blow, turn a man ghost
Make his ass float That's some real shit
Get your steel quick, you don't feel me
Nigga feel this, Them banana clips
They'll peel shit If he didn't know
Put his info on the window
Have Project get his kinfolk
Make his brains fly he a Scantron
This for Heron, I'm a real nigga
You a tampon (pussy), Throw the L’s up
Throw your sets up
Shoutout big Buckz yeah he next up
Let the .40 go Blow his chest up Closed casket
Leave him messed up
I aim, bang, from the neck up
You see red stuff that ain't ketchup
Better catch up, cause I'm burning y'all I'm way too hot
I'm going in I ain't gone stop
Tell yo bitch to give me top
My flow is cold the 8 is not
Them bags look like tater tots
No Limit the gang
Put that thang to his brain
.45 cocked back keep them lames in they lane
Hit a stain for his chain
Hit the club in a benz, then leave the lot in a Range
I'm on top of the game, I do not fuck with lames
You get popped for the guap, leave yo top re-arranged
My nigga Greg laid back but with that MAC he'll change
Leave a nigga holed up
Smoking on that OG stuff
Rolling stogies in a Dutch
When it get close we throw the duff'
Yeah I'm all about that cash cream
Sell a nigga bad dreams
A Lotta shit be on my mind
Going broke the last thing
I go broke, you get poked
You don't go, you get smoked
.44 to the throat, M.O.B fuck a hoe
Let her know, In the door
Crazy James got semis with him
60 shots, 50 hit him
This ain't rap we be drilling
In them traps making killings
Competition I don't feel 'em
Sending threats, I don't fear 'em
I'm tired of talking Bibby get em
L’s
(Jahlil Beats Holla At Me)
[Verse 1: Lil Herb]
Lil Herbie i'm No Limit
Hit the strip with my doors tinted
On 28’s I'm EBK, fuck the Mob, fuck the Lake
I see Juvie slam the rakes, I see shoota blam the 8
That's word to God no county floor
My word is bond, That's word to Shawn
I grind for mine I ride for mine
Don't ride for yours I'm in this bitch
No Limit shit, I been the shit
Don’t leave the shit, don't need a bitch
Just tell her lies and feed her dick
No Limit hoe, pull up in a benz or a lambo
With the black rims and the tan doors
Try to rob me I know Rambo
When the can blow, turn a man ghost
Make his ass float That's some real shit
Get your steel quick, you don't feel me
Nigga feel this, Them banana clips
They'll peel shit If he didn't know
Put his info on the window
Have Project get his kinfolk
Make his brains fly he a Scantron
This for Heron, I'm a real nigga
You a tampon (pussy), Throw the L’s up
Throw your sets up
Shoutout big Buckz yeah he next up
Let the .40 go Blow his chest up Closed casket
Leave him messed up
I aim, bang, from the neck up
You see red stuff that ain't ketchup
Better catch up, cause I'm burning y'all I'm way too hot
I'm going in I ain't gone stop
Tell yo bitch to give me top
My flow is cold the 8 is not
Them bags look like tater tots
No Limit the gang
Put that thang to his brain
.45 cocked back keep them lames in they lane
Hit a stain for his chain
Hit the club in a benz, then leave the lot in a Range
I'm on top of the game, I do not fuck with lames
You get popped for the guap, leave yo top re-arranged
My nigga Greg laid back but with that MAC he'll change
Leave a nigga holed up
Smoking on that OG stuff
Rolling stogies in a Dutch
When it get close we throw the duff'
Yeah I'm all about that cash cream
Sell a nigga bad dreams
A Lotta shit be on my mind
Going broke the last thing
I go broke, you get poked
You don't go, you get smoked
.44 to the throat, M.O.B fuck a hoe
Let her know, In the door
Crazy James got semis with him
60 shots, 50 hit him
This ain't rap we be drilling
In them traps making killings
Competition I don't feel 'em
Sending threats, I don't fear 'em
I'm tired of talking Bibby get em
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