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G Herbo, that's my name Where I come from Brazy I seen way more shit in shootouts But it never phased me My little lessons made me Mama Essex raised me I might take the easiest route But I'm never lazy I get fly like the first day of school Freshest nigga in the room Bitches seem to lose cool when they see me Although I'm a cool dude Trick her mind, spit her lines Get behind, block her line Fooled you Bitches love to run their mouth To see what they can figure out, blues clues I'm just tryna stack green 'til I get a big amount Blues too Fuck her good, getting head Pop a perc, show you what them blues do And if it ain't getting money Bet not ever let a nigga accuse you Stay a hundred, play your role, draw the line Don't let no nigga abuse you Fucking hoes, counting money Fresh as fuck, that shit's just to use you Gangways, trap houses, shootings That's the type of shit I'm used to Fill the sprite with a deuce But I don't drink that shit no more, I used to In the hood, everyday, tryna smoke my day away I used to Sipping lean, everyday, tryna take my pain away I used to Niggas stay in your lane, yeah, this 30 I know how to use too Right before you get in my ride I need to know you gon' ride Told her let's go for a ride I got a chauffeur to drive Right before you get in my ride I need to know you gon' ride Come out and go for a ride Nowhere to go on a ride You can come jump in the ride with me Only if you wanna ride Tell me where you wanna ride with me? Only if you gonna ride Let me know, is you gon' ride I'm ready if you gon' ride Right before you get in the ride with me I need to know if you gon' ride 'Cause I got the chopper inside I got my shit up inside But I cannot get you to ride Just hit me when you wanna ride You know I'm probably in traffic, I'm boolin Just hit me when you wanna ride She text me, "I know how you riding" Be careful, just hit me when you go inside You know I'm cautious Gambled and took all my losses Now I eat lunches with the bosses No, I'm not flossing I ran it up at all costs Tour from Aurora to Austin And I been my own boss Independent, I don't know what y'all thought 'Member having long talks with myself Like I'm on a phone call Wish I had a phone call I could make to My niggas long gone Still wouldn't take back shit we did And I know it was all wrong I got some pain in me I'm never showing it I was stressing and pouring it Dropping a four in it I'm not supporting it I was addicted, I'm not ignoring it Swipe up the Porsche a bit Don't want no more of it Five in the morning, I'm the studio Smoking, recording Hop out the back of the foreign whip Whenever someone chauffeuring it You can't afford it Haha, your life is boring This the world we were born in Go out and explore in it Aight, right before you get in my ride I need to know you gon' ride Come out and go for a ride Nowhere to go on a ride You can come jump in the ride with me Only if you wanna ride Tell me where you wanna ride with me Only if you gonna ride Let me know, is you gon' ride I'm ready if you gon' ride Right before you get in the ride with me I need to know if you gon' ride 'Cause I got the chopper inside I got my shit up inside But I cannot get you to ride Just hit me when you wanna ride
Writer(s): Herbert Wright, Damon Hendricks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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