(Intro)
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I'm so high, nigga
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I'm so high, nigga
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(Verse)
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G Herbo, I'm some hot nigga
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Before I started rap I used to pop niggas
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Maskey told me lil bruh chill out cuz ya got hittas
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Get this money and we gon' be at the top with ya
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But ya still can catch be up on Essex block nigga
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Smoking dutchies and Murch Money got that Glock with him
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We No Limit, that's 150, we got all the bitches
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They niggas hating that's the reason they want problems with us
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All the new opps, they don't know us
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Lil Herb don't rap beef, nigga blow sum'
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And ya might catch me by my lonely, I'mma keep it on me
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Check the news, I heard somebody went to sleep for Kobe
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And I'm leaning right now, bitch, I'm sipping codein
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I been the same, I been gangbanging since I been a shawty
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I been fucking grown bitches since I been a shawty
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Run thru that check like last month forgot I spent it, sorry
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I went thru a hundred that's without a deal
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I'm 18 and I don't give a fuck about a deal
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People ask me all the time, ya on the block for real?!
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Sometimes I stay up in the crib cuz fo n them down to drill
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And they ain't shooting fo no legs, fo n them tryna kill
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If I put them shooters on yo' ass then ya dying fo real
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And bitch, I'm always in the field, Roc Block where ya find me
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Fifteen hunids in my jeans, all my jewelry shining
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.30s and them .40s all my niggas sliding
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Riding thru the opps, all them niggas hiding
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Don't let them tell ya that they out there, man, them niggas lying
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Met some of them niggas and free all my niggas doing time
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Matter fact free G Gills
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He doing 20 in the feds cuz he didn't squeal
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Free Bruce, free Breezy hoe
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Free Slick and Crazy Jay, they some demons hoe
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Vito City, that's the team low
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Pistol game, yeah, we keep low
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Dizzy's with em 30s and them beams low
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Run up on us and we squeezing hoe
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Lil Bro too trigger happy, he gon' squeeze some mo'
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Bitches wait in line fo pictures when I leave my shows
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Only got a couple minutes, take a couple flizzicks
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Finesse a bitch right to the trunk and now she sucking dizzick
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After I get what I wanted you gotta do fo' n 'dem
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She told me that she ain't want to, said she that she don't know them
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Ya don't wanna turn up bitch, ya don't know me anyway
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Ya ain't tryna top off bruh n them get out on the E-way
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All my niggas, we be running bitches like a relay
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Sucker niggas beefing over bitches, we can't relate
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Why ya mad at me my nigga? That bitch pussy funky
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Ya buy her all type of shit and I don't give her nothing
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She probably like the way a nigga stunt
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Thumbing thru these twenties, fifties, hundreds
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This shit ain't nothing, man, I'm still a yungin
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And I neva been a stain, run up in there drumming
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Neva catch me with no lames, all my niggas goblins
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All I hang wit hustlas, killas, robbers
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Ya a lame, took yo chain, my lil shawties tarving
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We got aim, don't get banged, ya a fucking target
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Kobe Squad, that's what we are
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Six forties riding round, we in 3 cars
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Flipping thru they set, where them niggas at?
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Caught a body last night, I'on have no time fo that
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And bruh n them still lurking, still creeping ho
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Off lean, they off xans but they ain't sleeping tho
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Tryna catch another body like a week ago
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Forgot about that other body, we been drinking ho
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Leaning ho, all I sip is codeine lil ho
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Get my dicked sucked fo Kobe while I drink a four
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And if ya tryna' catch feelings then ya tweaking ho
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Ball like I'm Kobe on the way I'm tired of speaking ho
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Gang!
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Hot Nigga (Freestyle)
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| Lil Herb |
