[Intro]
30, you a fool for this one
[Hook/Chorus]
Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants sagging, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk s--t like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunking and we making money, see that open door
We been getting it, we been going hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor tripping, way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic
You work at Lids, putting s--t on your kids, go'n with all that capping
“Talk your s--t, Rich Homie”
[Verse 1]
Pulled up in that Benz, I hopped out perfect “I hopped out clean”
Tried to rob me, you got k**ed, now was it worth it? “fa-fa-fa-fa”
Might buy that Maybach, I grew up without no curtains “might buy that six-three, n---a”
And when I get it, I'ma keep my windows rolled up on purpose “ayy, ayy”
You can't tell a n---a like me s--t “nah”
I ain't have it all when I was little “nope”
Sixteen years old drinking liquor “what?”
I ain't never ever touched a beer “ha”
I ain't never ever touch a mill' “never”
Till I stayed down and start rapping “I stayed down n---a”
Then I turned my dreams into reality “that right too”, I rode that
[Hook/Chorus]
Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants sagging, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk s--t like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunking and we making money, see that open door
We been getting it, we been going hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor tripping, way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic
You work at Lids, putting s--t on your kids, go'n with all that capping
[Verse 2]
We were growing up fighting when we were kids “yeah”
Remember some nights where we ain't eat “ayy”
I was Holyfield hustling in the trap “truth”
They was Mike Tyson biting on the kid “ayy, Mike”
I remember trying to get rich “hey”
Smoking two for fives of the mid “woo”
Never had nothing growing up “nah”
N---a, don't be surprised when I get it “ayy”
Where were you when I was on my d--k? “woo”
I was so broke I needed fix “yup”
Reminiscing 'bout me growing up
You know I hate to talk about this s--t “I do”
Load the ten and walked up out the b---h “ten”
Stripper fame, trying to see who getting it “ha”
Walking around with that thang on me
And you know I got my license for this b---h “Rich Homie baby”
[Hook/Chorus]
Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants sagging, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk s--t like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunking and we making money, see that open door
We been getting it, we been going hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor tripping, way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic
You work at Lids, putting s--t on your kids, go'n with all that capping