4 Minutes of Hell, Pt. 5 (Bonus)

Uh-huh

Yeah

Uh-huh

Okay

Yeah, y'all know what the fuck this is, man

Y'all know exactly what this is

My lil' cousin in the county, fighting quadruple bodies

But when he beat it, we in Egypt, need a newer hobby

He beat his robbery, wen't back faster than a Maserati

Everybody in the race, I'm try and to cop Bugattis

Lost my Sky-Dweller, yeah, but ain't nobody rob me

We a come shoot up the party, ain't no La Di Da Di

I got **** calling my phone from the Federales

Told me **** breaking bad, ain't sent them twenty dollars

I remember breaking bread with like twenty heads

Imagine me behind the walls for like twenty years

Feeling like I'm dead, I couldn't even make my bed

I ain't have no spread

Project still ten toes, bitch, and only got one leg

**** only have one life to live, never got no bread

Can't think back on his decisions, nah, he ain't got no head

**** don't really be clapping that lead

Yeah, really be scared

My **** gon' hop out, killing instead

Making you cover them dreads

You on the streets, better cover your tracks

You can't talk to that ho when you going to bed

Wonder how you end up shot in the back

Same way she was for you, that ho going again

Nasty, you know that ho going again

Yeah, gone with the wind

Bitches don't know when I'm calling again

Next week I'm all in her friend

Forty Glock all of my drawers again

Then walk through the mall again

I made for these songs that'll ball again

Bitch, go leak 'em all again

I'm making songs like Future

I got a future and I be up with the roosters

Fuck, **** really be losers

Really be using, that's why I'm dolo as usual

And that's why I tote my own pole with the shooters

I can't be in this shit snoozing

If a **** ain't shooting, he ducking or running

And I can't be in this shit choosing

I remember, I used to just play with a hunnid

Then graduated to twos and

I remember, I used to just bag up the onions

Then graduated to moving

Ain't really, my life is a movie

Real diamonds and gold in my jewelry

If you think you gon' make it, ****, come take it

It do not matter, got Uzis

Told my jeweler to make it

Eighty point bracelet, now ain't no wonder she naked

Told a bro to get closer

Knock off his face 'cause we don't get **** mistaken

Yeah, we frying **** like bacon

Uh-huh, we find **** like Taken

I'm from O seven nine, out dropping fives

And I'm still slamming and racing

Steel grip and four nickels and S550s

This what I'ma slide on the Jakes in

Hey, they can't catch me 'cause them squad cars basic

Me and four them up in our cars, racing

Ain't no pulling over, so we in hot cars daily

And we ain't Instagraming shit, ain't no ha, ha, Davis

I got the gun with the light and the laser

I live my life in the light, it's amazing

I used to lean on the lot of the lazy

I was just laying back, literally letting her lick me

She did it long like my lady

I think her name was Lindsey, Lala, Lisa, Laura, I'll get with her later

Yeah, but I know I'ma get to this paper

Yeah, I gotta get to the guap

If I don't, I'ma get on the caper

Pull this, I used to get on the block

Police try and give a **** the vapors

While they thinking I'm getting **** knocked off

I'm somewhere way out in Jamaica

Now I get a **** knocked right off the map

'Cause my paper major

Every day of my life I talk to Cap

He said, don't go to no major

So I ain't go to no major

Still get major paper

Ain't got no advance

Been hit a hunnid bands

I've been fucking hoes

That had another man

Sixties, fifties on the weekend

That we're running in

We still counting rolls, trapping for show

Thirty a bowl

Twenty or thirty a show

Ain't fucking no dirty hoes

No, I ain't broke no more

My mama don't live in the  hood no more

I ain't in the hood no more

I barely pop out in the hood no more

It ain't even worth it no more

No, I ain't working no more

I ain't tryna blow thirties no more

You can't see me in person no more

I ain't just little Herby no more

Yeah, I ain't just little Herby no more

A lot of shit ain't worth it no more

Can't see me in person no more

No, I ain't working no more

No one that diss us ain't working no more

You little **** ain't worth it no more

So, hey

G Herbo

I'm back on my old shit, man, you know what

And I'm really still on some new shit

You know I'm bossed up, embracing all my powers

But I'm back on my old shit, man

I don't give a fuck about none of that shit **** talking 'bout

We still on gangster shit

We still seeing **** in public, in the clubs

Smacking the shit out ****

Hit **** with bottles, pistol whipping ****

All that gangster shit

With all this ice on, man, all these V-V's on

Rollies on, all that, ****

We got thirties on our block, F-N's, all that shit

You know

Still droppin' 4 minutes of hell on you fuck ****

This part five right here

In case you didn't know, you know what I'm sayin'

Free all my ****, R-I-P my ****, man

I'm in the studio right now, got my big bro in here Sizzle with me

Topping hell, you know brazy, Big B's, you know

G squeak in this bitch, uh-huh

For real

And we got more guns than us

For real, for real

For real, for real, for real

Them bitches ain't never touching Instagram, nothing, none of that

Never see an Instagram, Snapchat, none of that silly ass shit

You **** doing

'Cause we out here for real

Bitch