[Intro: Lil Herb & Lil Bibby]
Time to let these n***as know what it is in the streets
Aye Bibby, let's k** sh** broski. Whatchu wanna do?
It's whatever man, just go on ahead and rip that sh**
Ima come around and clean that sh** up
Lets get it
[Verse 1: Lil Herb]
Know a couple n***as that's down to ride for a homicide
When it's drama time
Run up on a n***a with the llamas flyin
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
One-fifty I'm really wit' it
I'll drop his a** and then forget it
I'm the man round my side of town
Might see a b**h and forget I hit it
Lil Bibby on the track with me
One mistake and he clap fifty
When I hit the scene hoes go insane
Cause they know a n***a got them racks wit' me
No velcro but the strap wit' me
Let a n***a wanna act silly
I'mma let it off and then leave him there
Ride off and don't even care
b**h I cash out 'till I pa** out
Got a couple trues I don't even wear
In the game b**h I do my thang
Hoes scream my name I ain't even there
Lil Herb boy I does this
Leave your b**h wetter than a pool pit
And I make bands like I make friends
Bought some ray-bans on some cool sh**
But now it's back to some k**a sh**
Got some wild hoes that'll drill a b**h
Yea it's no limit, thirty years runnin'
Thirty years gunnin' and we still the sh**
I never run cause I stay to fight
I'll cook a n***a like steak and rice
And it's hella real in the battlefield
Gangbang gotta pay the price
Hit a n***a with the forty fifth
Bet it make his a** do forty flips
M-O-B I don't love a ho
Imma be this way 'til I'm forty six
Matter of fact 'til a n***a die
Smoke kush blunts 'til a n***a cry
And I never feed off another man
Cause I understand how a n***a lie
Never snitch on a n***a dry
Yeah that's how a n***a die
Got a yellow b**h in the pa**enger
She gon' s** and f** if I get her high
If I do the dash then my whip will fly
Foreign sh** what a n***a ride
I ain't never snoozin' let a n***a try
Got the nine ruger on a n***a side
[Verse 2: Lil Bibby]
Lil Bibby, no limit yea I'm all about that sack b**h
My young n***as they clap sh**
Let the mac spit, we whack sh**
Weezy in that cut
With that nina that's that black b**h
Rico wanna' get 'em, I'm like cuz' man I got this
Shootin' sh**, Hittin' sh**
Four five extended clip, y'all be on that snitchin' sh**
And Y'all know what snitches get, No limit sh**
We wit' the sh**s, I'm focused on gettin' rich
M-O-B forget a b**h, right after I hit the b**h
Like point me to the kitchen b**h, I be water whippin' sh**
Whip it, Jeff Gordon whip it, hit it wit' the fork
Straight drop no shorts
Shooters on and off the court, shoot a n***a off his porch
Turn a n***a to a corpse, yeah, I'm bout that
Rollin' up that loud pack
Catch me lackin'? I doubt that, cause I never leave without that
And that's real sh**, got real hitters they k** sh**
You f** around hit the k** switch, these hollow tips you feel this
And I'm tryna get real rich
Cause my mama said I wouldn't be sh**
Nobody never gave me sh**
Like "Bibby hop on this remix", that's five hundred, no free sh**
Cause I'm hot and I do this sh** for my block
I got thirty off in that Glock, have my nina give you top
Bodies gon' drop and we ain't gon' stop
R-I-P Roc
Catch a few ops, send a few shots, might hit a few blocks
f** a few thots, I need two mill might seem like a lot
But I spit straight drop so its really not
My team gon' eat, R-I-P to police
Fake n***as don't speak
Cop k**ers in the heat, catch me in the streets
Shout out to broski