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Description
Vocals: Hunxho
Vocals: G Herbo
Producer: 404Kenn
Producer: DB!
A& R Manager: Dereck Williams II
Unknown: Joe Papadon
Masterer, Mixer: Joe Papadon
Immersive Masterer: Mike Tucci Studios
Immersive Mixer: Mike Tucci Studios
A& R Manager: Selim Bouab
Writer: Ibrahim Dodo
Writer: Herbert Wright III
Writer: Darryon Bunton
Writer: Kenneth E. Stallworth
Lyrics and translation
Original
Shout out DB!
King got the internet going crazy.
Yeah. I'm like stone cold Steve, these niggas stone cold bitch.
Used to love to steal cars, till I seen where that shit get me.
Jail time, and I won't get out paper till I'm fifty. Ain't robbed in a minute, why I feel so tempted?
I always been ahead of all my peers, I'm too gifted.
First deal was ten thousand, now end of the year I made ten million.
Mama look at me and smile, I used to make her so sick. Remember hoes ain't used to like me, now my bitches so thick.
And I ain't got nothing in the G Shark, this a long way from G Block.
Niggas showing they true colors in this motherfucker, peacock.
If you try me, I'll shoot until this motherfucker peacock. So how you last long? Shit, I been minding my own beehive.
I can't believe I got here, nigga you gon' get there.
I'm addicted to this money, I won't never go to rehab.
Every time I sit down for too long, I tend to relapse. We still been popping out in cash, don't nothing owe me out.
Sin on my opps, on God, don't nothing un-be out.
Yeah, fucked too many hoes, that's how I end up on the TL. Yeah, this money coming in, a rubber band man, T. I. Just know that
I got paid a hundred grand if you see me out.
I knew that I'd be something, I ain't been average since knee high.
Caught a thirty locked up in the county, they need a free out. I'm too bloody, I spray Soul to the beehive.
I ain't God, but know I got the answers, Three Stooges.
Uh, flame my shit up like Wiz.
Uh, I'm a real nigga, they know that, I don't gotta say it.
I was fucking bitches before rapping, I don't gotta pay 'em.
Still hop in the whip totin' my strap, got my mama praying. Survived plenty wars in them trenches, I know how to play it.
All them niggas swore they was gon' kill me, how they dead?
Let off fifties with them switches till they empty, now they scared.
Heard a nigga with some youngins put some money on my head, damn!
Then I sent big opp them through they block and they bitch ass ran. I got on some hot shit just to pop it.
Rode a 'Rari with no top all through the rack, hoping they spot me, they little ass playing.
Hanging out the window, my left wrist it glisten, half a man.
But I had to realize I'm G Herbo, that's they last chance. Pussy, bring it on, I'ma bring that cash in. Drive the
Lamb' fast, why I'm always crashing it?
Every single time I had the ball, I was passing it. I done put so many niggas on, go and ask 'em. Fuck how you feel?
I was in that field, I got mills, I could chill.
First time I ever blew that steel, I got chills.
I get in that zone, I don't think about going home till some blood get spilled. Big house on the hill, nigga, and it's only us getting rich as Jordan
Peele, nigga. Go up twenty plus when I sign another deal, nigga. God who I trust,
I was waiting on the bus, now Ferrari on the wheels, nigga.
Bet the streets vouch, went that route as a lil' nigga.
Told my bitch, "Look at the account, watch the bills hit it. " Hate I keep a gun, but I love it if I kill with it.
Yeah, I got a daughter and two sons, but I'm still with it.
No battle.