Blueprint

G Herbo

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    Aye, aye
    I'm a renegade, everyday rep EBK like CMG
    I'm a CEO and a chief, all my lil young niggas got the streets
    I been trying to stay discreet, they'll put a nigga six feet for G's
    Ain't no missing with that switch, just run up on his ass and squeeze

    Magic trick, 'cause we made burgundy out fifty white tees
    Put a black tee on that night 'cause it be brightening my VVS
    And I don't believe in hype, if you want youngin' turn like me
    I was fresh up off a mission, seeing hypes with my CD's

    But these young niggas not righteous, tighten up, please
    How you fucking with G, show me a million plus, at least
    Cost me five G's just to button up my fleece
    Spiral how I bleed, fuck the auntie and the niece, uh

    Pulling up in fleets, five whips, no lease
    Everybody eat, all my shooters elite
    Who keeping up with me, fuck off a half a ticket a week
    I been spitting like Jay and Ye, go from beat to another beat

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    Counting up in my fucking sleep, it's what I do
    I just tell the truth and get my dick sucked in the booth
    Been lit since a jit, I stay popping shit like usual
    I'm just tryna get rich bae, I don't want to lose you

    I'm not Ace or Mitch bae, Rico touch my backdoor I'ma shoot
    Fuck off racks in Saks, so my closet look like I loot
    Money bring envy, so my vengeance was a coupe
    I told Glo she good in the 'Raq, I was drunk in Memphis like Mac Snoop

    But I'm Lil Herbie, it's Big Herbie G, hoes slurping me like soup
    My lil baby hot as Mercury, her pussy taste like fruit
    I just slay a thot, okay, can't stay, I'ma play her like a flute
    Bring a friend or two, might take her state to state just 'cause she new

    When I land I'm in BP, I been daring a nigga to
    Black McLaren, it's GT, Forgiato on my shoes
    Ain't nobody above me, big boss, I make the rules
    Better hope we don't be in yo' street

    Swing this car door and make the news
    How do you hate, I'm 28, I blew through money like a fool
    A hundred million before 30 but I might be 32
    All the youngins do what I do, they try to stick to me like glue
    Tryna pull up in that Bent, I got the print, blue

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