[Intro]
Me and bro just left the store, we ain't leave the Versace store
Squad
[Verse]
This ice got me rocky like I'm 'lluminati without no Versace (Versace)
I don't rock Versace, but don't get me wrong if I did I could cop it (I got it)
I stay in designer, my shirt by Givenchy all white like I'm Gotti (Like I'm Gotti)
You know I get money, I run through them hundreds and no one can stop me (Bands)
Bitch it's Lil Herbie, I think I'm the hottest I'm just bein' honest (I'm honest)
I want it I cop it, that's why yo bitch on me man tell her to stop it (To stop it)
These niggas keep screaming Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace (What)
No wonder I'm cocky, Versace shit barely cost more than my Robins (Nah)
You bros must be stupid this Louis this Gucci you know I been doin' this (You know I been doin' this)
I'm broke man that's Ludacris I stunt so much I can go and buy you some shit (Go get you some)
Mixtape in the making and I got some old shit as well as my newest shit (As raw as my newest shit)
Nobody fucking with Herb I'm the best if I rap bout stupid shit (Gang)
But back to the basics catch me on the 8 with them racks in my truey fit (Racks in my Truey fit, bands)
Got a mac and a ruger clip, naw this ain't rap man I really been through some shit (In the field)
R.I.P C-Moe and Peewee I just lost the guys to some stupid shit (To them niggas)
The opps started scoring they must be getting lucky I swear all they do is miss
I been in the streets and I been totin' heat man I swear I ain't new to this (I ain't new to this)
I'm trying to get all my niggas up outta here first class on some movie shit (Gone, vroom)
Might grab me an Audi with all of these thousands, don't know what to do with it (Don't know what to do with it)
Got so many killers with 30s act stupid ain't no tellin' who shootin' shit (Man down, man down)
No Limit 150 the squad, new niggas no we not recruitin' 'em (We not recruitin' 'em)
No Limit 150 go hard, without them I might not be doin' shit (Squad)
My broskies they savage 50s in the ratchet right through you can have it (Graaaa)
Might drop us a body the police start snatchin', I swear I forgot it (Bitch)
They ask me some questions bout opps I'm like fuck em them niggas some faggots (Gang)
My niggas they savage, hit yo bitch from the back send her cause she average (Gang)
Just know I ain't talkin' bout soul food, but you can get whacked for that cabbage (That green)
All this dough, gotta have it, bitch I had cash way before I was rappin'
Way before I was snappin' don't know what happen but bro 'nem was trappin' (We got it)
In the field ain't no lackin', Madd Max he a savage, we safe cause he packin' (We got it)
Moody, Lil Mally n' Rammo in traffic with four automatics (Skrrt)
Lil Mally he smaller than average but bet he can hold up that ratchet (Gang, baaa)
He gon' drop ya just as fast as them Migos be sayin' Versace (Versace)
Lil Mallys gon' pop 'em, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace (Versace)
And then we not stoppin', puttin' bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies (Man down)
My Mom say she pray everyday, that I'm safe and she always ask god that he watch me (I'm out here)
But I still keep that rocket
Cause they plottin' and angels ain't always gon' watch me (I'm out here)
And they wanna drop me, but still gotta get it can't worry bout shit but my wallet (Gotta get it)
No I'm on a mission if you ain't 150 the please stay the fuck out my business (Gang)
I'm all bout my digits came from the bottom of bottoms let god be my witness (That nina)
Niggas hate how I'm spittin', only the realest can feel it just shut up and listen (Shut up and listen)
Y'all money been missin'
Labels start talkin' them millis feel free to come get me (I'm out here)
But today I'm still chillin, smoking dutches and phillys and fuckin' these bitches (These bitches)
Bitch you suck dick who you kissin' yo' bitch next to me and she bout to come missin' (Squad)
Me and bro just left the store, we ain't leave the Versace store
Squad
[Verse]
This ice got me rocky like I'm 'lluminati without no Versace (Versace)
I don't rock Versace, but don't get me wrong if I did I could cop it (I got it)
I stay in designer, my shirt by Givenchy all white like I'm Gotti (Like I'm Gotti)
You know I get money, I run through them hundreds and no one can stop me (Bands)
Bitch it's Lil Herbie, I think I'm the hottest I'm just bein' honest (I'm honest)
I want it I cop it, that's why yo bitch on me man tell her to stop it (To stop it)
These niggas keep screaming Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace (What)
No wonder I'm cocky, Versace shit barely cost more than my Robins (Nah)
You bros must be stupid this Louis this Gucci you know I been doin' this (You know I been doin' this)
I'm broke man that's Ludacris I stunt so much I can go and buy you some shit (Go get you some)
Mixtape in the making and I got some old shit as well as my newest shit (As raw as my newest shit)
Nobody fucking with Herb I'm the best if I rap bout stupid shit (Gang)
But back to the basics catch me on the 8 with them racks in my truey fit (Racks in my Truey fit, bands)
Got a mac and a ruger clip, naw this ain't rap man I really been through some shit (In the field)
R.I.P C-Moe and Peewee I just lost the guys to some stupid shit (To them niggas)
The opps started scoring they must be getting lucky I swear all they do is miss
I been in the streets and I been totin' heat man I swear I ain't new to this (I ain't new to this)
I'm trying to get all my niggas up outta here first class on some movie shit (Gone, vroom)
Might grab me an Audi with all of these thousands, don't know what to do with it (Don't know what to do with it)
Got so many killers with 30s act stupid ain't no tellin' who shootin' shit (Man down, man down)
No Limit 150 the squad, new niggas no we not recruitin' 'em (We not recruitin' 'em)
No Limit 150 go hard, without them I might not be doin' shit (Squad)
My broskies they savage 50s in the ratchet right through you can have it (Graaaa)
Might drop us a body the police start snatchin', I swear I forgot it (Bitch)
They ask me some questions bout opps I'm like fuck em them niggas some faggots (Gang)
My niggas they savage, hit yo bitch from the back send her cause she average (Gang)
Just know I ain't talkin' bout soul food, but you can get whacked for that cabbage (That green)
All this dough, gotta have it, bitch I had cash way before I was rappin'
Way before I was snappin' don't know what happen but bro 'nem was trappin' (We got it)
In the field ain't no lackin', Madd Max he a savage, we safe cause he packin' (We got it)
Moody, Lil Mally n' Rammo in traffic with four automatics (Skrrt)
Lil Mally he smaller than average but bet he can hold up that ratchet (Gang, baaa)
He gon' drop ya just as fast as them Migos be sayin' Versace (Versace)
Lil Mallys gon' pop 'em, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace (Versace)
And then we not stoppin', puttin' bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies (Man down)
My Mom say she pray everyday, that I'm safe and she always ask god that he watch me (I'm out here)
But I still keep that rocket
Cause they plottin' and angels ain't always gon' watch me (I'm out here)
And they wanna drop me, but still gotta get it can't worry bout shit but my wallet (Gotta get it)
No I'm on a mission if you ain't 150 the please stay the fuck out my business (Gang)
I'm all bout my digits came from the bottom of bottoms let god be my witness (That nina)
Niggas hate how I'm spittin', only the realest can feel it just shut up and listen (Shut up and listen)
Y'all money been missin'
Labels start talkin' them millis feel free to come get me (I'm out here)
But today I'm still chillin, smoking dutches and phillys and fuckin' these bitches (These bitches)
Bitch you suck dick who you kissin' yo' bitch next to me and she bout to come missin' (Squad)
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