Ay, ay, run it up Nigga run it up Yeah, run it up Told myself, "G Herbo fuck these bitches run it up" Ain't no one man army, told my niggas run it up If my mama told me one thing, that's to run it up I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna fuck Money calling like la-la-la-la-la-la-la Big old houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha Keep the hammers out in traffic, boy I hopped out, bla-bla-bla I am not with that rapping boy, I be capping boy Big G Herbo, you know I'm not with that rapping boy Don't do rap beats, keep my strap on cap, I'm clapping boy Know No Limits, Dream Team 150, we make lots of noise M16 totes, 50 shots, yeah we got lots of toys Soon as I ran up that check bitch I bought choppers and cocaine Soon as you ran up that check, you bought Givenchy and Balmain These lil niggas is silly They don't really hear me, they ain't tryna run up on mili I was broke than many, I ain't had a penny, they ask do I miss it, not really Now it's 200k when I come back from states, bout to link up with (?) and Philly I might dash out the 'Rari or might pull up passenger seat in that new Wraith with Bibby I'm not fucking around, had to get on my grizzy, and now I'm on top, evidently And No Limit I trust, for No Limit I bust, nobody fucking with us Told my niggas run it up Told myself, "G Herbo fuck these bitches run it up" Ain't no one man army, told my niggas run it up If my mama told me one thing, that's to run it up I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna fuck Money calling like la-la-la-la-la-la-la Big old houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha Keep the hammers out in traffic, boy I hopped out, bla-bla-bla I am not with that rapping boy, I be capping boy Since before I ran it up I'm with the same niggas Mama told me, stay from out there with them gang members Foe nem posted, serving heights, smoking tote pipes, shooting dice Fucking hoes, hitting blocks, tryna pull on the ops, every day shit, it's the life I got day one niggas fresh out the prison, some of them niggas got life Niggas play with them pistols, they come to court snitching, I swear these fuck niggas ain't right And I don't fuck with police, I keep my shit on me cause I can't get left at the light See them lights and pull over, no go, I'ma smoke 'em cause they don't read niggas, they write Used to go sleep at night with like 4 sheets at night, we ain't had no heat at night Now I can see at night, go spend 10 Gs a night, spend 10k on (?) Used to sip on that drank, till no more I couldn't take, wake up and I pour least an 8 And I save me some cake but it don't really matter, I'm gon' run it up either way Told myself, "G Herbo fuck these bitches run it up" Ain't no one man army, told my niggas run it up If my mama told me one thing, that's to run it up I ran it up, now all these bad bitches just wanna fuck Money calling like la-la-la-la-la-la-la Big old houses and three car garage, pull off, ha-ha-ha Keep the hammers out in traffic, boy I hopped out, bla-bla-bla I am not with that rapping boy, I be capping boy

Chill out, man, don't worry about that Don't worry about it, ain't no safety D.A. got that Girl, don't make no mistake Round after round, demonstrate Pull it back then aim straight You alone, you can be my Centerfold, do a double take Bulletproof never breaks Ridin' up and down the interstate You alone, you can be my Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter You alone, you can be my Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter You alone, you can be my She'll let me put a .30 in her Birkin I don't like it pokin' on me when I'm workin' I know you'll shoot it for me like you Persian Bust it back, I rather keep it on my person Pull off from the dealership after purchases Bumpin' Swervo, you know me, swervin' it All yo' G-spots, you know me, learnin' 'em Never rode waves, but I be surfin' in it Benz truck, foreign, she look perfect in it Big cribs, we can fuck all in the closet Damn, you don't think you got enough purses in it? I got a lot of cake, bail out of verses, spit it If they come for my respect, gotta hurt some niggas Pussies like profanity, it'll curse niggas Value my sanity, I ain't a perfect nigga But you don't take me for granted, get a worth for niggas Girl, don't make no mistake Round after round, demonstrate Pull it back then aim straight You alone, you can be my Centerfold, do a double take Bulletproof never breaks Ridin' up and down the interstate You alone, you can be my Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter You alone, you can be my Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter You alone, you can be my Baby, don't make no mistake Even in two different states, I'ma think of you late Love how you look when you wake Love how you smell and you taste, love a few different traits Know you be fuckin' me great Know how to season my steak, always make sure I'm straight You always talkin', how I need a break Touch seven figures, I'm workin' on eight Checkin' up on you, I'm workin' up late Text if emergency, right on the way When it's emergency, right on my waist Still tryna teach you how I let off this K I put some VVs right on her, don't fuck off at Kay's We drop at least 30K I'll make two million in 30 days G Herbo Girl, don't make no mistake Round after round, demonstrate Pull it back then aim straight You alone, you can be my Centerfold, do a double take Bulletproof never breaks Ridin' up and down the interstate You alone, you can be my Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter You alone, you can be my Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter You alone, you can be my

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) ayy I'm a street n- that got rich, I made curves off a brick See a - and hit the curve, what's the word? My name Swerve Weed and - I used to serve, not like rappers 'cause they nerds My b- snappin', need a purse, give her racks, she on my nerves Get it back, I hit the stu', daily trapped in with the crew (ayy) Keep my savage in the coupe, two ratchets with the screw I'm in Saks, just spendin' sacks, got patent on my shoes Ain't nothin' happenin' in the 'Raq, the Caddy bulletproof (ayy) Drac' go hackin' 'em like Shaq (grra), we whacked him 'cause he lacked (whacked) Bad b- all on my lap, speak Latin and she act Beat and crashed it off the yak, took traction off the trap Bein' broke, that sh- was whack, I ain't never goin' back Blues stacked on blues (racks), money went in my vein (Pluto) Tiger face in the presidential, could've bought him a pay (Pluto) Bust it down, got rockstars, drug traffic helped to fit us (yeah) Cookin' dope with a mask on (mask), cold-hearted, lotta tats (cold) Swerve on 'em, just wept (swerve), give a b- who ain't a lesbo (lesbo) Put a bag on your block though (block), call the stash to them other hoes (woah) Murder cash off a mobile phone (murder), drive past and knock the door down (skrrt) Body bag, it takes a cold world (syrup), west n-, Cosa Nostra 50 thousand in a Burberry stone (burb'), gave it all to the savage (savage) Tippy toein' on the mobile phone (tip), like a ballerina wearin' Chanels (chanels) I'm snatchin' models out in traffic (traffic), snipin' b- like I'm sexy (sexy) A freak b- and she sexy (sexy), I just re'd up, G-Wagon (wagon) Do the mil' ticket on the tragedy (woo), put gold veneers on my cavity (I got it) I've been ballin' on 'em like an athlete (ball), gotta squeeze the clip for my integrity (ah) AK's right next to me, the whole gang off ecstasy Your h- exchange with me sexually, lotta gold chains, blue checks with me I'm a renegade, ain't no checkin' me, and everybody in the 'Raq know (know that) I been f- all the 'Raq hoes (Phew), left the club in a black Rolls A n- tweet, get blammed up, we done closed all the back doors G-Wag' and a Lamb' truck, Swerve already got those Blues stacked on blues (racks), money went in my vein (Pluto) Tiger face in the presidential, could've bought him a pay (Pluto) Bust it down, got rockstars, drug traffic helped to fit us (yeah) Cookin' dope with a mask on (mask), cold-hearted, lotta tats (cold) Swerve on 'em, just wept (swerve), give a b- who ain't a lesbo (lesbo) Put a bag on your block though (block), call the stash to them other hoes (woah) Murder cash off a mobile phone (murder), drive past and knock the door down (skrrt) Body bag, it takes a cold world (syrup), west n-, Cosa Nostra

Hit town like a freight train runnin' Starin' at us like deer in the headlights Never thought you had another thing comin' Did the same damn thing to 'em last night Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke Little gal in the skin tight britches Get up and get down to the front row Sure, hope your boyfriend ain't lookin' He won't get hurt by what he don't know He don't know that I know, and you know I got some plans for you, baby Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke, yeah Oh, yeah, uh-huh Come on, yeah Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now (Go now, go now, go now) Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke Oh, watch 'em now