[Intro: G Herbo]
Dang

[Verse 1: G Herbo & Neek Bucks]
Leave me alone, I'm getting money 'til I call back (Right back)
They like Herbo went up M's, think he all that (So?)
Where the fuck was n***as at when I was all strap? (Pussy)
Dead broke and full of anger, rockin' all black (Black)
I remember all that (Uh)
Pussy, it wasn't all rap (Uh)
Enemies be all bap (Bap)
Slide when ya dawg whack (Fuck 'em)
Spin that n***a, all facts (Facts)
Gang, we got tall racks (Tall)
Millionaires we all black (All)
Free the whips, they all matte (Skrrt)
Family be showing flaws so family ain't all I got
All this shit gon' mold you or fold you, they taught me that
I just hit a home run (Home run)
Patches on my ball cap
In the Rolls getting drove, throwеd, what you call that?
Boss shit, get your life sold, for a small check (Small)
Whitе chalk, or get life bought, with the right talk (Talk)
Half a milli', count it twenty times, I be right off (Right off)
Hater interfering with that paper, take him right off (Right off)
Taxpayer, mansion in the state, that's a write off
Lil bro gon' smash him, if he in the way, his lights off
Lawyer paid, jump right on the case, and you might walk (Shh)
Bro don't end up in that water by default, uh
(Herbo what's up gang? You know the vibes, woah)
[Verse 2: Neek Bucks]
Them conversations, n***a I should (Facts)
All these indictments going on (No cap)
Big bro done seen this shit before (For real)
So he correct me when I'm wrong
I leave some pieces out my songs
There's certain shit we can't speak on
And there's some n***as yeah they going, but you know these streets, they made me strong (Facts)
Still posted with my guys high, .40 when I slide by
Heavy on the ZaZa, just tryna make this time fly
The n***a start that talk behind your back, you end up leaving 'em
The lawyer tell you he can get you ten, you end up beatin' it
Back on the block, the rap a part, I'm out there with the fiends and 'em (Running with the fiends)
Big bro and them don't like his ass, let's whack him for no reason then (Grrra)
They gave my dawg a ten flat, I can't wait to see him get back (Can't wait 'til he get back)
We ain't dwelling on them Ls no more, it's all about the get back
I remember all them ghosts from my block because I was really with them
Tryin' rap, still posted with them chops, some stand up n***as
They grab us we don't conversate wit' cops, really from that block
Survived the homicides and n***as shot
Yeah, n***a we the opps
I made it another year
Shit all these homicides, a n***a blessed
We ducked a couple years
If homicide really knew the shit we knew, that'd be a hundred years (Be a hundred years)
This shit got hot, we had to fall back (No bap)
Just tryna get your dawgs whacked
Out there pitchin' all crack
Staying silent through the smoke, you never know what's on these n***as' minds
We slidin' with these Pros
I'm always thinking for my dawgs, I know how violent shit can go (For real)
Lock and tuck, just know I'm wit' you dawg if we ever gotta go 'cause you my bro (For sure shit)
Bro hit him with his mask off, it was all talk (Damn)
I know the word gon' probably get around, it was my fault
Gave him a dime, try and sit him down, bro ain't ever talked
Bro don't end up in that water by default