Yea, G Herbo (That be Maaly Raw) I was out there with that hard I had that glass Way before Goyard I had that bag I was up on Essex Block I should've been at class They like Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil', gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil', gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass When Keef 'nem was out saying bang bang We was on the 8 making Glocks do the same thang Rolling got my shirt off let my chain hang First niggas yellin out 'gang-gang!' Go on a hit I was with Crazy James, he like don't panic the main thang And I don't think I'm God, but you can die if you say my name in vain It's Lil' Herbo you know what it is with me, I don't even gotta say the G I get booked for a show, I can buy you a key, I don't even gotta say the fee What you ridin' foreign, you pull up in Vs, push to start you don't got no keys They like what's that, an S63, got yo shit cocked back what you wanna see pussy You a killa don't push it, aye Herbo you from over east? Bitch what you one of the G's, you don't see me throwing up B's You don't see me droppin' the G's, you don't hear we poppin' at G's You don't know what's NLMB, only my Glock is a G aye I was out there with that hard, I had that glass Way before Goyard I had that bag I was up on Essex Block, I should've been at class They like Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass Throwin' up L's, throwin up B's Droppin' the five, droppin' the G's, droppin' the Trey's, drop everything We EBK we say fuck everything I gave my .40 a wedding ring Call me MVP I get ahead ya team And we don't got no license for this weaponry Every nigga with me got a felony Every nigga with me gotta let it squeeze Yea this a XD gotta lemon squeeze Ima real nigga, no lim Not a GD, not a BD, not a MC, not a 4C, not a VL, Diamonds VV I'm just G Herbo rocking gucci skeet the GT Got that G-Loc on me hollows in there, just on GP aye I was out there with that hard I had that glass Way before Goyard I had that bag I was up on Essex Block I should've been at class They like Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, yo lil' gangbangin' ass Yo lil' gangbangin' ass, Herbo yo lil' gangbangin' ass

Hello, what's up, I'm in the studio. No, hell no, no, no I don't got nothing, I'm a call you back, I'm a call you back man, I'm a call you back when I leave the studio She want shopping sprees Oh, she want designer jeans Oh, she want a wedding ring Oh, she bringing anything She can get me anything She want control of me Oh, she want a hold on me Oh, she want my soul from me She tryna fuck my mind but I don't have no time She a scorpio Oh, she like that devil though Oh, but I can't let her go She used to be my homie though Now act like she don't know me though And when I met her it was regular, just sex with her I'm doing shows but I'm still calling and still texting her She fuck with me cause I stay real, no I don't flex to her In states with different hoes but she couldn't tell when I laid next to her But minus that she fuck with Dex, he got that check put up He used to trap and cop them grams from a connect with her A lil down bitch, he think she a rider But she think he a provider He [?] the designer Really only fuck with dope boys, couple athletes in the lineup Let her have the keys if you drive something She don't let him fuck if he ain't buy her nothing I'm MOB and I let God be my witness Feds she told everything, don't let 'em know your business These bitches She want shopping sprees Oh, she want designer jeans Oh, she want a wedding ring Oh, she bringing anything She can get me anything She want control of me Oh, she want a hold on me Oh, she want my soul from me She tryna fuck my mind but I don't have no time Say she ain't never going back to not having shit She say she ain't gave a nigga her heart who ain't damage it She say she can't stand niggas, she say we so scandalous She say she can't fall in love, her heart like a mannequin This bitch just a sack chaser, she got me panicking Might let a nigga air me out, money all she care about She just want a new car, she want a new bag She don't fuck with last season, she want that new swag She almost fooled me, I gave myself a news flash Dex put her on Balmain and even buy his ass a du-rag When that paper dried, that's when she moved back These bitches ain't shit dog, I already knew that She want jewelry, clothes, and bankrolls, and bank hoes She just want control in your mind, in your soul In your time, stop your grind, no more shine, no more hoes That's a double wrong, what you focused on? She want shopping sprees Oh, she want designer jeans Oh, she want a wedding ring Oh, she bringing anything She can get me anything She want control of me Oh, she want a hold on me Oh, she want my soul from me She tryna fuck my mind but I don't have no time