Up Next 3 (feat. Lil Herb)

Aye, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat

Chris Fresh, Lil Boat

Yeah, and I'm tired of all you pussy ass **** hatin' on Boat

'Cause y'all see that **** shining?

Y'all see that **** stunting?

Y'all see that **** up next, ****?

Fuck y'all ****, uh

Bitch, I'm the realest you've ever seen

And my new bitch, she a model from Africa

And fine bitch with an ass, boy I'm after ya

Twenty-two diamonds, they shine like a brand new dime

That you flip for a bet

Pussy **** got behind the wheel

And tried to race a boat, well that's a cruise for a wreck

Stay with the TEC, gotta check on my neck

I need eight for a show

Brother locked up for the blow

Fuck you pussies, bitch, I skipped bein' rookie

What? You want a cookie 'cause you got connect?

**** play hooky when they see it's Boat time

Ice on my wrist got you thinkin' it's cold time

Dunk on that bitch, make you lean on your shoulder

Tripled my views, now you thinkin' it's over

Skrrt that Rover, I spent a whole six up in Dover

Margiela on my collar, I look like my father

Why'd you even bother? I'm richer, I'm better

Twenty-six shit, I dropped it on my sweater

Just 'cause it's real leather, Versace my feathers

King-sized set with the pillows

Dick in her pussy, she call me her hero

Dick in her mouth like a motherfucking churro

Knot so fat like a fuckin' burrito

Shout out Taketa, her pussy much sweeter

I lick it, then stick it, then kick it right on to my brother

Never fuck none of these hoes without rubbers

Bitch, I'm so fly, I can float on a cover

Now I see why you mad, 'cause I made it overnight

And your bitch love boat, now I see you wanna fight

And I just cannot help it 'cause she think that I'm right

And she don't like you 'cause your music not exciting

Aye

Lil Boat, QC, what up?

150 DT

Gang gang, gang gang, gang gang, aye

Bitch, it's G Herbo, swervin' so much

Watch them start callin' me Swervo

In the M6, two door drop with the turbo

Engine from Russia, my Balmains from Bergdorf

My lil ho from Merlow

Killas like Marlo

Come to your block, shoot it up with no sorrows

Still ride with Glocks and them chops over lanos

Let off them shells, have you duckin' your taco and come back tomorrow

Maison like Capo, rollie a Beamer, my bracelet a Tahoe

Ridin' an i8's in a race through Chicago

Remember I used to rock Echo and Pac on that Balmain where I go

Blunts full of posto

Remember I used to get free bands like Rocko?

Got a white bitch snorting lines, they El Chapo

Loading up thirties and countin' up guapo, get top in my auto

Oops, I mean mobile

On the way home to my house in Herbo Hills

Remember them nights I was servin' with no deals?

Lil bro on Ess, know he lurkin', he gon' kill, rollin' off four pills

My life is so trill, I made a name off my block like I'm O'Neal

Get face-to-face with them cops and I don't squeal

Snitch did a bit, but he would've did more years

**** a hoe still

Wake up, get more bills

Rich with my squad in Chiraq like I'm Bo Deal

While in Miami, we ridin' on four wheels

Block one hundred deep, got the ops hidin' for years

Pop out, go trill

Glock, color oatmeal

Know what I mean? Bitch, it's brown, it ain't no steal

Ridin', we lurkin', you better keep your steel

You gotta be ready to use it in broad day

You know little bro will

Ay

G Herbo, 150 dream team

Bitch, shout out Coach

Lil Boat, what up?