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[Intro: G Herbo]
Uh
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Aye
[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Ten summers in, me and gang still flexin' (Flexin')
Pull up in a Benz, ten chains no necklaces
Run into the cheque, yeah we tryna get rich
Give lil bro that grip, he bought a KRISS Vec', with a switch (Grrr)
That ain't hardly shit we ridin' rari's switchin' out the whips
Them lil diamond bracelets and them carti's, get that for the bitches
My lil bloodnem be back to back [?] demons tryna get busy
Rockin' bling we got a hundred shots and we ain't even spin the fifty
Ask broski, he went clean but hе was scheming when he was with mе
Ran up sack, moved out the Raq we was catchin' hats all through the city (Where they at)
California and back in that back, ratchet in my skinnys
Counting double digits I been making millions all my twenties ([?])
[Verse 2: Drench (USA) & Lil Durk]
Want it, niggas get it, ain't do no bappin'
Get yo' ass drenched
Glock got a switch it ain't no lackin', ten milli' got no kick
Bag on his top, there's 'bout three hunnid of 'em
Send a threat, go get 'em
Run up on wit' everybody, might swap the Glock and keep the stick
Then go pour an eight in that bitch, he know my pain, he sippin' on [?]
Member them nights on eight, made in the clique, and that bitch ain't jam
All these tracks in the 'Raq, off the pad, just to get out that jam
My sister say I'm hot (Haa, haa) [?]...
Might hit a car broad day, man down, blood on his back, dead
[?] say copy that, that choppa hit 'em where his body at (Go)
Want smoke, then we slide (Smurk), Draco drum up in this ride
Shoot up his block, don't come outside
Like a top, spin one more time (Man, what)
[Intro: G Herbo]
Uh
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Aye
[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Ten summers in, me and gang still flexin' (Flexin')
Pull up in a Benz, ten chains no necklaces
Run into the cheque, yeah we tryna get rich
Give lil bro that grip, he bought a KRISS Vec', with a switch (Grrr)
That ain't hardly shit we ridin' rari's switchin' out the whips
Them lil diamond bracelets and them carti's, get that for the bitches
My lil bloodnem be back to back [?] demons tryna get busy
Rockin' bling we got a hundred shots and we ain't even spin the fifty
Ask broski, he went clean but hе was scheming when he was with mе
Ran up sack, moved out the Raq we was catchin' hats all through the city (Where they at)
California and back in that back, ratchet in my skinnys
Counting double digits I been making millions all my twenties ([?])
[Verse 2: Drench (USA) & Lil Durk]
Want it, niggas get it, ain't do no bappin'
Get yo' ass drenched
Glock got a switch it ain't no lackin', ten milli' got no kick
Bag on his top, there's 'bout three hunnid of 'em
Send a threat, go get 'em
Run up on wit' everybody, might swap the Glock and keep the stick
Then go pour an eight in that bitch, he know my pain, he sippin' on [?]
Member them nights on eight, made in the clique, and that bitch ain't jam
All these tracks in the 'Raq, off the pad, just to get out that jam
My sister say I'm hot (Haa, haa) [?]...
Might hit a car broad day, man down, blood on his back, dead
[?] say copy that, that choppa hit 'em where his body at (Go)
Want smoke, then we slide (Smurk), Draco drum up in this ride
Shoot up his block, don't come outside
Like a top, spin one more time (Man, what)
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