[Intro]
(DJ Pharris)
(This Chicago, nigga)
(DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)
[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Dropped out of school, but I had knowledge
That don't make you smarter than me ’cause you went to college
It's people out here, PhDs and shit, ain't got a dollar
I ain’t take my SATs and shit, but I live better than a scholar
This dapper Gucci, bitch, it ain't got no snakes, it ain't got no collar
My dogs always with me, bitch, I'll let 'em loose, they don't got no collar
Gorillas with me, bitch, naw, it ain't no snakes so it ain't no problems
I gotta change my shoes from around, got scuffs all on my Pradas
When I was eighteen, I had a hundred thousand dollars, uh
My bitch worked at Adrianna’s, just ask why someone bought a thousand bottles, uh
Before I got with her, I was fuckin’ on Instagram models
Security let us in the club without no frisk, made this bitch go grra-tah
Call a doctor
Made a pin pop out my chopper
Need somebody fix my shit, not a doctor for them, they went with the Father
They too far gone to force sobriety on my friends, so I don't bother
These hoes gon’ go, I don't force nobody on my mans and we don't holler, uh
They see the VV's, face on CDs
Foenem fuckin’ hoes, they got scenes on TV
Turn into Swervo, then hit repeat
They finally hear me on shit with Chief Keef
Opps what these is, sherbs, I chief these
What a Herb verse? A half a B
What's that? A dub, a half a key
Glitter the VIP up, all VV's
We gon' pull a dub out, throw it all, and leave (Uh, uh)
Gang gang, bitch, that's all on my sleeve
Y'all bitch all on me
I'm just high as could be
Lil' bro rollin' 'Lato up and pass to me
Told the promoter fuck it, give the cash to me
We might not have the biggest yard, but the grass green
I got blue, pink money, and green
Ain't worried 'bout goin' broke, nigga, that's the last thing
(DJ Pharris)
(This Chicago, nigga)
(DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)
[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Dropped out of school, but I had knowledge
That don't make you smarter than me ’cause you went to college
It's people out here, PhDs and shit, ain't got a dollar
I ain’t take my SATs and shit, but I live better than a scholar
This dapper Gucci, bitch, it ain't got no snakes, it ain't got no collar
My dogs always with me, bitch, I'll let 'em loose, they don't got no collar
Gorillas with me, bitch, naw, it ain't no snakes so it ain't no problems
I gotta change my shoes from around, got scuffs all on my Pradas
When I was eighteen, I had a hundred thousand dollars, uh
My bitch worked at Adrianna’s, just ask why someone bought a thousand bottles, uh
Before I got with her, I was fuckin’ on Instagram models
Security let us in the club without no frisk, made this bitch go grra-tah
Call a doctor
Made a pin pop out my chopper
Need somebody fix my shit, not a doctor for them, they went with the Father
They too far gone to force sobriety on my friends, so I don't bother
These hoes gon’ go, I don't force nobody on my mans and we don't holler, uh
They see the VV's, face on CDs
Foenem fuckin’ hoes, they got scenes on TV
Turn into Swervo, then hit repeat
They finally hear me on shit with Chief Keef
Opps what these is, sherbs, I chief these
What a Herb verse? A half a B
What's that? A dub, a half a key
Glitter the VIP up, all VV's
We gon' pull a dub out, throw it all, and leave (Uh, uh)
Gang gang, bitch, that's all on my sleeve
Y'all bitch all on me
I'm just high as could be
Lil' bro rollin' 'Lato up and pass to me
Told the promoter fuck it, give the cash to me
We might not have the biggest yard, but the grass green
I got blue, pink money, and green
Ain't worried 'bout goin' broke, nigga, that's the last thing
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