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PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Ivy
Daniel Ivy
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
G Herbo
Greatest rapper alive still
Big Swerv, let me holler at you
Baby
[Verse 1]
I'm something like a P-I-M-P
Big ski ride in a coupe with a bitch look just like Ruby in the front seat
Switching lanes, she sucking my dick while I'm watching the movie, got a TV in the front seat
Book a flight come right to me, uh
I'ma be in the Raq for a week, yeah, you know I'm a capital P
Switch to the Maybach long wheelbase, and now we in the back of the V
Got ten bitches, I tell them I love them, I don't know what's happening to me
Get so geeked, I don't even go to go to sleep when I'm mixing the Perc' with the lean
Fuckin' for hours, hop in the shower, I'm off the liquor and beans now
I hit the scene, I'm oh so clean, I'm rocking Bottega, CELINE
100k rolls for the K bake Rolls, fuck is gon' fit in my jeans
I'm trying to get in between
Ain't even take off her clothes, she feigning, she creaming
Girl, stop running from this shit, I mean it
[Verse 2]
Even though I'm heaven sent, I'm still a fucking demon
Pull a small 20 ball and fuck it up at Neiman's
Gon' spin for me twin like a ballerina
Got a Spanish hottie mommy, she from Pasadena
And I'm so rich, can't pretend, I got more M's than fingers
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it like a fucking Nina
Damn, she so lowkey, I love it, she don't never wanna be in public
Bring a friend with her like it ain't nothing, shit, but that's a whole 'nother subject
[Verse 3]
Got a Mclaren with the yellow guts
Lambo red, ketchup and mustard
Before I was a rich ****, bae, I was hustlin'
Before I was a rich ****, bae, I was dusty
Went and bought a TRX, truck husky, soon as I pull up, everybody rushin'
Yeah, I can tell she want me, she blushin', four hoes dolo, everybody touchin'
Lost it, got it right back, ****, I ain't lucky, rockin' Dior with a Prada bucket
Need two black trucks soon as I land, you know I land with a lot of luggage
I'm in the yams, got a big ass mansion, I got a safe with a lot of hunnids
Think I'ma let her go free, I ain't trippin', know I can hide that shit if I want it
Know I can buy that shit if I want it, I can divide that shit if I want it
I can decide that shit when I want it
I mighta lied, got caught in the moment
And if I flex it just like my masters, that's 'cause I own it
Just wanna wake up and get me a bag, it's what make me happy, I'd rather be lonely
You told her, it's cool, do you
[Verse 4]
Do you, do you (Do you)
Do you
Do you, do you
Do you
I'ma do me
I'ma do me
[Verse 5]
Bad shit callin' my phone all day long, I'm pressin' decline, I'm stuck on the grind, shawty
My young bitch might get some time, she ain't got a 'Gram, you can't even find, shawty
Put it on God, they waitin' in line, I give 'em that rod, I get from behind
I hop in the Lambo, smoke in the ride, I'm rockin' some pants, some Chrome, I'm Saudi
Every **** keepin' it P, tell a ho go from his, then turn into mine, he salty
Makin' this shit every day every week, I don't wear none cheap at the store with a 40
And I ain't never been type to beef over freaks, heard threats about if he caught me
I be poppin' out icy and lit, know his sucka ass ain't do shit when he saw me
[Verse 6]
Plain Jane Rollies, I done bought four
Iced out APs, I done bought three
Richard Millie, I'ma buy two, one for you bae and one for me
Big G Swerv, I'm way out they league
Can't even talk to me, ain't 'bout cheese
The police just gave my passport back, I just might be in Maldives
And I'm whippin' a what's it call it, this six hundred large up my sleeve
I stay high all the time, don't grieve, go to work, can't sleep, I'm a money hauler
I got all this pressure on me, that's why all these diamonds on me
Duck them peoples, I'm tryin' to stay free, pay my debt, you gotta pay me
Made it out the Raq, yes, know I'm blessed, got respect
Hundred million, shit, none less, bitch, where that check? I'm 'bout to collect
Need some shit to ease my stress, I send a text and now she wet
Soon she ask me where I'm at, you know that neck come after that
[Verse 7]
I'm slide in the back seat of the Escalade
I'm crazy about you, know I never played
Get butterflies, ask if you ever made me
Before the beat go off, girl, I just gotta say
[Outro]
You do
You do
You do
You do, you do
Written by: Herbert R Wright
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