text: Mmm, uhh
  Aint yellin cut, when its shootin time
  Sign up, its recruitin time
  Big wigs, with a suit and tie
  And them big things got two inside
  Fuck wrong wit these ho niggas?
  Dont do coke, I dont blow niggas
  I dont tell niggas, I show niggas
  And its never less than like four niggas
   Four wings and some french fries
  Hot sauce and ketchup nigga
  He telling and he hiding
  But real niggas still catch a nigga
  Cop Raris, I dont test drive em
  Home theaters, cant Best Buy em
  These niggas that I roll with
  Dont let a single thing get by em
  King pins and them drug lords
  Chi-Town, no gun laws
  Broke bitches that talk shit?
  Now them the bitches I stunt for
  Malcolm X daughter came at me
  Lookin ass niggas aint happy
  Rolled out with some Latin Kings
  And some eses in em plain khakis
  Smack bitches, no smack cam
  Closed fists, no back hands
  Pop pussy on a hand stand
  They suckin dick like its band camp
  Call Webb and then call Nitti
  Queens niggas in, its all hoodies
  Kidnappin and then rob niggas
  Call D-Roc for a biggie
  Pussy ass little rap niggas
  I fucked with real trap niggas
  Pop star, icon
  But I send niggas, come snatch niggas
  Im with EBK, you on EBT
  Got a black nine, call it BET
  School niggas, get a GED
  And I tease niggas, make em B-E-G
  Got a money fetish, Ima fly to Venice
  Got a big house, I can play some tennis
  Lil Herb, whats good?
  Im a bad bitch and I fuck good
  Know a couple niggas thats down to ride for a homicide
  When its drama time
  Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin
  Leave his loved ones all traumatized
  1-50, Im really with it
  Ill drop his ass and then forget it
  Im the man round my side of town
  Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
  Im a young nigga, I be gettin money
  Take your bitch from you
  And these niggas dont get no respect
  Ima stay 100 til Im six under
  Matter fact, I gotta keep it 150
  For every nigga thats gon come with me
  Im on Roc Block with a new semi
  And a blue Bentley, it do 160
  Smoke a lot a of weed, like fuck kidneys
  Put a dutch in me, got a .40 on me
  I dont trust any, and if any nigga ever try to end me
  Ima die shooting, prayin God forgive me
  You too busy hating, you cant get no paper
  Why are yall so silly? Straight killers
  I can call so many, I dont love no bitches
  But my mom, my sister, my gun and Nicki
  Im in Hollywood, came from Kingston Food
  Shorties standing, in the streets with tools
  Where Im from we dont play no games
  Aint no April fools, you will make the news
  Where I hang, we dont say no names
  If you talk to cops, I stay away from you
  Keep your mouth shut in them investigations
  Youll be out the station, in a day or two
  Dedication and a little patience
  Lead to domination on my way to greatness
  Dont put yourself up in a situation
  Puttin my relations, in your conversations
  Shoot a opposition, with no hesitation
  You get my position, then you better take it
  Know some young bulls from a while back
  Tryna leave the game but they never made it
  I got old shit, killin your shit
  On a couple tracks I just never played it
  Pussy nigga you dont want war
  I got old clips bitch Im Baron Davis
  Pussy nigga you dont want war
  I got old clips bitch Im Baron Davis
  Know a couple niggas thats down to ride for a homicide
  When its drama time
  Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin
  Leave his loved ones all traumatized
  One-fifty, Im really with it
  Ill drop his ass and then forget it
  Im the man round my side of town
  Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
  Gang, gang, gang shit man
  You already know how Im rocking man
  This is G Herbo, shout out Nicki Minaj, you already know man
  SB just gave me the .9 with the green beam
  Just give me the green light
  Letting niggas have it man
  We pulling up anywhere wetting shit man
  Got 50s in them TECs, 50s in them MACs man
  30s in them Glocks, 17 shot Berettas, all that shit man
  Sawed offs, pumps man what you want?
  How you want it, where you want
  When you want it man, lets get it
  And I ride dolo from state to state
  Even when I aint 150 man Chiraq all the way to Queens
  Lets get it
  Uh-huh, I always got a trick up my sleeve
  I might give you a new trick every week
  Til this album drop, I dont know
  I figured they want some more, Ima give you some more
  Ask Webb if I wasnt taking them trips, with em nigga!
  Chea!