That's How I Grew Up (feat. 21 Savage) - G Herbo

Diego, Diego (Hitmaka!) (B-B-Bankroll Got it) Yeah, pull up, drop the top, hopped out on a opp (skrrt) Bought the baby Glock, bitch, I came to mop (pew, pew, pew) Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot Birkin for the chop, got these bitches shocked I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (nah) Rock Chanel with my white toes and we speak in code (shh) I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (nah) I might boot up with my hoes, make her eat it slow (yeah, yeah) I might slap the shit out a bitch, caught her playin' around (playin' around) I rock Prada, fuck with ballers that be movin' pounds (trappers) Make that nigga ice me out, these hoes gon' fuck for free though (free though) I get chips like Cheetos, 1942, no Tito (nah) Bitch, I'm quarantine clean, you can't touch me with gloves Nigga rollin' off a bean, tryna shoot up the club (shoot up the club) Hate when silly hoes talk crazy on the 'Gram, bitch, get your bag up I'm a city girl with the backend, can't wait to go and act up Yeah, pull up, drop the top, hopped out on a opp (skrrt) Bought the baby Glock, bitch, I came to mop (pew, pew, pew) Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot Birkin for the chop, got these bitches shocked I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (nah) Rock Chanel with my white toes and we speak in code (shh) I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (nah) I might boot up with my hoes, make her eat it slow (21) (yeah, yeah) I got M's for days, I like sticks and K's (21) I'm a real stepper, I don't stand in line for J's (on God) If that's your shooter, I hope you paid him minimum wage (21) Caught his BM at the stop sign, she said she go both ways (on God) I'm big 4L and they know that (21) Run up on me, I'ma blow that (straight up) Please tell me where the opps at (straight up) 'Cause they never be where the hoes at (pussy) What's your advance? I blow that (pussy) Hunnid round drum, nigga, hold that (pussy) I take a walk when I pour that (21) Them niggas drink green with they broke ass (21) Chrome Heart jeans with the racks in 'em (facts) All my spots got plaques in 'em (facts) All my cars got straps in 'em (big facts) All my songs got facts in 'em (bigger facts) All my opps got racks with 'em (21) Slaughter Gang, I'll stick an axe in 'em (21) Never been friendly, I don't dap niggas (21) I don't want a Grammy, I'm a rap nigga (21) Yeah, pull up, drop the top, hopped out on a opp (skrrt) Bought the baby Glock, bitch, I came to mop (pew, pew, pew) Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot Birkin for the chop, got these bitches shocked I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (nah) Rock Chanel with my white toes and we speak in code (shh) I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (nah) I might boot up with my hoes, make her eat it slow (yeah, yeah)

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