Aight, look, yeah
What it do say, faint of the palm
Another one
Me and my brothers burnt
Back in this bitch with a little
I done, I done really fucked it out
We don’t even care what it cost
We real bosses
We gon’ spin that shit, ’til we get exhausted, look
9, 50, yeah
I done ran through like ten Ms, me and Sizzle, no bap
Before I made a rap, I was ridin’ ’round, four straps
Niggas used to love me, I got rich, now they mad at me (what happened?)
Nigga, ask Chip, we spent a check before gallery (call him)
Even when they hatin’, can’t get rid of me, they tired of me (uh-huh)
Everybody eatin’, gettin’ bonuses and salaries
Pull up in that shit, eatin’ salads where the valley be (yeah)
Used to be on hits, bang-outs where the alleys be (baow)
It’s me, yeah, it’s me, Herbie G (G Herbo)
Went from 16-5 to Scotty P, 33
Ran through 16 rides, off of 16 lines (16)
16 shots, he got hit 16 times (brrt)
Ain’t no funny shit (funny shit)
I could get your brother hit, that’s what that money get (you know that)
We burnt out the last switch and bought another switch (another one)
I don’t even post shit, but I’m so fuckin’ rich (fuck it)
I ain’t trippin’ ’bout no bitch, I’m with another bitch (another bitch)
Burnt out, but my day is cool (boo)
Every day I’m on The Shade Room (damn)
See him hatin’, I can’t never lose (uh)
I ain’t trippin’, I just play it cool (uh, uh)
Burnt out, but my day is cool (uh, uh, uh)
Every day I’m on The Shade Room (you know that)
See him hatin’, I can’t never lose (I just never lose)
I ain’t trippin’, I just play it cool (I just play it cool)
Popped out on some trim shit (yeah)
Left the new foreign in the house, ’til the windows tinted (uh-huh)
I ain’t pullin’ up if shit rented, damn, it’s been a minute
Quarter-million cash, I just made it, but I’m finna spend it
Ran through that bag, I ain’t save it, I ain’t even trippin’ (woo)
I could get a dub from the label, but I’m independent
Actin’ like I really ain’t that nigga, listen to the critics (what?)
When that paper hit, don’t say shit, listen to the crickets (dummy)
Since you always on the internet, check the analytics (uh-huh)
Shit keep comin’ in, I double digits, now I’m double digits (woo)
Double spendin’ (woo), I go double with it, I got double digits (woo)
Ten Ms, twenty Ms, thirty Ms, uh
I ain’t owe shit, these Swerv’ Ms, you can’t talk about these Ms
You ain’t ever earned Ms, workin’ on some new Ms
I got albums turned in, I ain’t touch the other Ms
Still spendin’ show Ms, verse Ms (nigga)
Burnt out, but my day is cool (boo)
Every day I’m on The Shade Room (eamn)
See him hatin’, I can’t never lose (uh)
I ain’t trippin’, I just play it cool (uh, uh)
Burnt out, but my day is cool (uh, uh, uh)
Every day I’m on The Shade Room (you know that)
See him hatin’, I can’t never lose (I just never lose)
I ain’t trippin’, I just play it cool (I just play it cool)
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