[Intro]
(Damn, Herb, you fucked up with that one)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(HerbMadeThisBeat)
Yeah, yeah, ayy

[Verse]
Look, in my hood, you ain't respected 'til you spank something
'Til they puttin' dirt over my casket, I'm gon' remain thuggin'
When you told you broke the code, geez, we ain't brothers
Can't put your trust in n***as on them drills, 'cause they not gon' do it
If I get pissy in the jam, I know Lil' Rob gon' shoot it
Got motion, so we hit the GD, drop on the mob to maneuver
Mama, don't worry, yo, son, stay in the car with some shooters
Ayy, bro, park this bitch right, don't ever turn off the car when wе hoopin'
Stupid, do this drill with strategicness, can't evеr change, forever G-block J's I'm deeply in
Why you want him so bad, you don't know how much that shit mean to him
Shouldn't have ran his mouth, crush his vocal cords, he can't breathe again
Yeah, no medication, Jaaybo sleepin' him
Poppin' n***as on the same blocks my pops posted on
When murder on my mind, I turn maniac, I ain't goin' home
Slo-Be mode, I felt that in my soul, I'm a scoffer, bro
Yeah, the landlord of the G's You ain't stamp nothin', then n***a, you can't hop in low with me
The whole bitty know I smoke shit don't make me press delete
Walkin' shit down like I'm skinny, yeah, I'm healthy on my feet, geez
Before I popped it out of bitch, I popped a Glock, n***a
And if I ever parked the low, it was opps in it, yeah
And every time we lost one, we went and caught n***as
Don't box, n***a, I just box, n***a, geez