Uh

Aye

Never, uh

Aye, never, aye

Yeah, bundling up stacks

I know **** want me dead, I'm still living with my strap

Made my first check and I ain't cash it, I was still tryna clap

I'm out my deal, and I make mils off shit got nothing to do with rap

You behind the wheel and got your steel, pussy, what you gon' do with that?

I'm with Big Opp and Drench, baby Drench gon' blitz if one of us snap

A finger, wet 'em water, Aquafina

Hollows popping out the Nina

We don't give no fuck about none of that

Heat getting whacked, he linger

The drum, beam, ain't none of it come with that

He modified his Nina, switch on the back go

We make a rapper singer, we ain't got no mask either

Double back, he's seen us

Everything I rap, I mean it

Look, I just flew from Atlanta with Sizzle, free Slat and I don't even gotta go back

On cap, it's facts

I fucked that hoe in Atlanta, like I fucked every hoe in the 'Raq

Yeah, you know it's me, Big Herbie G

The ghost, the phantom, the lack is black

Can't go to sleep till my walls like your teeth with plaques and plaques and plaques

My broski died, so every time they lack, splat, splat, splat

I faced a fifth of Casamig', just trying to grieve and smack the track

That little bitch was being stiff, I told her, "You ain't got to act"

She straightened up, I bend her over, fucked around, and cracked her back

Humble beast that still me, but I'm the chosen one at that

Hot ****, yes, indeed, but I'm the coldest where ever I'm at

I got that working hard, you **** lazy, y'all just wanted that

You **** remind me of Tom Brady, never wanted a sack

Yellow ****, but I'm whippin' some shit that's matte black (Swerv)

Don't ask me what's the name, this bitch out your tax bracket (Lil' ****)

So many opps got clipped, you think we doing black magic

Little bro got so many hats, I'm about to buy him a hat rack (Aye)

I've been racing for quite a while, now I'm on my last lap

I can't wait to wake up and call the label and tell 'em I'm in the black

Where I'm from that zone was red, they want me dead, they seen black

I stay in the black, I beat the streets, I spent ten racks on a black jacket

Say you know me, if you find a **** a hoe me, I'll stop rapping

Stay with the heat, my shooter's elite, we lethal pussy, so stop bappin'

Before the bread came, we was clapping

When the bread came, kept trapping

Lost cap, we started capping

After that, we don't know what happened

My broski died, so every time they lack, splat, splat, splat

I faced a fifth of Casamig', just trying to grieve and smack the track

That little bitch was being stiff, I told her, "You ain't got to act"

She straightened up, I bend her over, fucked around, and cracked her back