Me and bro just left the store, we ain't leave the Versace store. Squad
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This ice got me rocky like I'm 'lluminati without no Versace
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I don't rock Versace, but don't get me wrong if I did I could cop it (I got it)
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I stay in designer, my shirt by Givenchi all white like I'm Gotti
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You know I get money, I run through them hundreds and no one can stop me
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Bitch it's Lil Herbie, I think I'm the hottest I'm just bein' honest
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I want it I cop it, that's why yo bitch on me man tell her to stop it
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These niggas keep screaming Versace Versace Versace Versace
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No wonder I'm cocky, Versace shit barely cost more than my Robins
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You bros must be stupid this Louis this Gucci you know I been doin' this
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I'm broke man that's Ludacris I stunt so much I can go and buy you some shit
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Mixtape in the making and I got some old shit as well as my newest shit
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Nobody fucking with Herb I'm the best if I rap bout stupid shit
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But back to the basics catch me on the 8 with them racks in my truey fit
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Got a mac and a ruger clip naw this ain't rap man I really been through some shit
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R.I.P C-mo and Peewee I just lost the guys to some stupid shit
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The opps started scoring they must be getting lucky I swear all they do is miss
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I been in the streets and I been totin' heat man I swear I ain't new to this
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I'm trying to get all my niggas up outta here first class on some movie shit
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Might grab me an Audi with all of these thousands, don't know what to do with it
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Got so many killers with 30's act stupid ain't no tellin' who shootin' shit
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No limit 150 the SQUAD, new niggas no we not recruitin' 'em
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No limit 150 go hard, without them I might not be doin shit
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My broskies they savage 50s in the ratchet right through you can have it
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Might drop us a body the police start snatchin, I swear I forgot it
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They ask me some questions bout opps I'm like fuck em them niggas some faggots
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My niggas they savage, hit yo bitch from the back send her cause she average
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Just know I ain't talkin bout soul food, but you can get whacked for that cabbage
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All this dough, gotta have it, bitch I had cash way before I was rappin
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Way before I was snappin' don't know what happen but bro n' em was trappin
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In the field ain't no lackin' and maxi a savage be safe cause he packin
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Moody, Lil Mally n' Rammo in traffic with four automatics
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Lil Mally he smaller than average but bet he can hold up that ratchet
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He gon' drop ya just as fast as them Migos be sayin' Versace
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Lil Mallys gon pop em, Versace Versace Versace Versace
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And then we not stoppin, puttin bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies
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My mom say she pray everyday, that I'm safe and she always ask god that he watch me
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But I still keep that rocket
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Cause they plottin and angels ain't always gon' watch me
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And they wanna drop me, but still gotta get it can't worry bout shit but my wallet
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No I'm on a mission if you ain't 150 the please stay the fuck out my business
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I'm all bout my digits came from the bottom of bottoms let god be my witness
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Niggas hate how I'm spittin', only the realest can feel it just shut up and listen
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Y'all money been missin'
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Labels start talkin' them millis feel free to come get me
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But today I'm still chillin, smoking dutches and phillys and fuckin' these bitches
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Bitch you suck dick who you kissin yo bitch next to me and she bout to come missin
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#SQUAD!!!!!
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