[Intro: Lil Herb & Lil Bibby]
(This is a L beat, aw man)
It's time to let these niggas know what it is in the streets
Ayy, Bibby, let's kill shit, broski
What you wanna do?
It's whatever, man, just go on ahead and rip that shit
I'ma come around and clean that shit up
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Lil Herb]
Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide when it's drama time
Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin'
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
150, I'm really with it
I'll drop his ass and then forget it
I'm the man 'round my side of town
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
Lil Bibby on the track with me
One mistake and he clap fifty
When I hit the scene hoes go insane
'Cause they know a nigga got them racks with me
No velcro, but the strap with me
Let a nigga wanna act silly
I'ma let it off and then leave him there
Ride off and don't even care
Bitch, I cash out 'til I pass out
Got a couple Trues I don't even wear
In the game, bitch, I do my thang
Hoes scream my name, I ain't even there
Lil Herb, boy, I do's this
Leave your bitch wetter than a pool pit
And I make bands like I make friends
Bought some Ray-Bans on some cool shit
But now it's back to some killer shit
Got some wild hoes that'll drill a bitch
Yeah, it's No Limit, thirty years runnin'
Thirty years gunnin' and we still the shit
I never run 'cause I stay to fight
I'll cook a nigga like steak and rice
And it's hella real in the battlefield
Gangbang, gotta pay the price
Hit a nigga with the forty-fifth
Bet it make his ass do forty flips
M.O.B., I don't love a ho
I'ma be this way 'til I'm forty-six
Matter of fact 'til a nigga die
Smoke kush blunts 'til a nigga cry
And I never feed off another man
'Cause I understand how a nigga lie
Never snitch on a nigga dry
Yeah, that's how a nigga die
Got a yellow bitch in the passenger
She gon' suck and fuck if I get her high
If I do the dash, then my whip'll fly
Foreign shit what a nigga ride
I ain't never snoozin', let a nigga try
Got the nine Ruger on a nigga side
(This is a L beat, aw man)
It's time to let these niggas know what it is in the streets
Ayy, Bibby, let's kill shit, broski
What you wanna do?
It's whatever, man, just go on ahead and rip that shit
I'ma come around and clean that shit up
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Lil Herb]
Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide when it's drama time
Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin'
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
150, I'm really with it
I'll drop his ass and then forget it
I'm the man 'round my side of town
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
Lil Bibby on the track with me
One mistake and he clap fifty
When I hit the scene hoes go insane
'Cause they know a nigga got them racks with me
No velcro, but the strap with me
Let a nigga wanna act silly
I'ma let it off and then leave him there
Ride off and don't even care
Bitch, I cash out 'til I pass out
Got a couple Trues I don't even wear
In the game, bitch, I do my thang
Hoes scream my name, I ain't even there
Lil Herb, boy, I do's this
Leave your bitch wetter than a pool pit
And I make bands like I make friends
Bought some Ray-Bans on some cool shit
But now it's back to some killer shit
Got some wild hoes that'll drill a bitch
Yeah, it's No Limit, thirty years runnin'
Thirty years gunnin' and we still the shit
I never run 'cause I stay to fight
I'll cook a nigga like steak and rice
And it's hella real in the battlefield
Gangbang, gotta pay the price
Hit a nigga with the forty-fifth
Bet it make his ass do forty flips
M.O.B., I don't love a ho
I'ma be this way 'til I'm forty-six
Matter of fact 'til a nigga die
Smoke kush blunts 'til a nigga cry
And I never feed off another man
'Cause I understand how a nigga lie
Never snitch on a nigga dry
Yeah, that's how a nigga die
Got a yellow bitch in the passenger
She gon' suck and fuck if I get her high
If I do the dash, then my whip'll fly
Foreign shit what a nigga ride
I ain't never snoozin', let a nigga try
Got the nine Ruger on a nigga side
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