G Herbo - Frankie Lymon lyrics

[Produced by C-SICK] [Intro] "I'll call the cops!" "Yeah baby, you call the police and tell them we got two imposters up here running a scam because I'm Ms. Frankie Lymon!" "I'm Mrs. Frankie Lymon!" "I am Mrs. Frankie Lymon" "Jesus Christ, it's a God damn game show!" Gang! Ballin' Like I'm Kobe the mixtape [Bridge] They like "Herbo you so fly", that's everywhere I go They like "Herbo you so high", and I'm like "yeah I know" I keep .45 on my side, man you know I can't go n***as plotting, I know they mad cause I got all these rolls [Hook] All these hoes, all these clothes, all these j**els All these d**, all my n***as, all these tools All these b**hes over me, they don't want you Hunned-fifty with me, run up, they gon' shoot All my diamonds, I be shinin' Presidential Rollie, it say timeless All I know is hustle, I be grindin' If you looking for me, you can find me [Verse 1] If you looking you can find me on the 8 block me and all my n***as grindin' "Herbo, whats been happening since the tape dropped?" Me and all my n***as shinin' Wrist cost me bout a brick still look on my phone to see what time is And my fit cost a couple G's, I can see a deal before I sign it All these b**hes over me, I feel like Frankie Lymon I'm so high, I may O.D, I feel like Frankie Lymon I might spend a couple grand a week and stack enough to buy a couple diamonds I might buy my sis a couple 'fits if she get an A on her a**ignment I'm a young n***a, I'm a businessman, I take care of business, man And I and a slap a b**h in a minute, man, so yes, I'm a minuteman Keep my pistol on me everywhere I go, don't give a f** about no sentence, man Off the drink you know it got me moving slow, I'm leaning like I'm trynna kick a stand [Bridge + Hook] [Verse 2] Sippin' drank, smokin' pack, wishin' I could get my n***as back Rollin' up the thrax, pour a hi-tech, but I really miss the act f** a n***a b**h, then I give her back Don't want her to get attatched A n***a shoot at me, b**h I'm shooting back Make sure you remember that I don't gotta worry bout who finna' blow, all my n***as into that I don't look at tags, while I'm in the store, all I do is spend a sack I don't trip about it, I'm a hustler, I know I'mma get it back 20's, 50's, 100's, Herbo thumbin' through a check Want a feature? Hit my jack, I ain't hoppin' on it if it's wack f** a industry catch me in the streets, might not send your money back And my gun up on me if a n***a run up on me, he ain't running back [Bridge + Hook]