Paroles FWM par G Herbo

Daddy gon' put you on some more songs
This the—, this your—, this—, you produced this record right here
Whatever he’s about to produce, yeah
Yeah
Alright, it's my turn
You got EP credits
Okay, alright
It's my turn
I’m sorry, okay, alright
Tell Granny you love her
I love you
Say "I love you", okay, I'm 'bout to give it to you, hol' on
I love you
Hahaha, okay, alright, love you

Man, you n***as can't f**k with me, run with me, step, stomp with me
I've been dolo in the streets, ain't never need no company
And now I got a company, my money steep, but still discrete
I roll with heat, you roll in threes, I throw up threes, I'm throwin’ B’s (Up)
And we got them B's up in the streets
I seen n***as freeze up, up the Glock and I made n***as ease up
B*t*h, I rap this gangstеr sh*t because I live it, shot and I ain’t up my pivot
Most thеse n***as, they not with it, I can't feel it
F**k with me, if it's up, then it's stuck with me
That’s why they don't f**k with me, f**k with me
I pull up, they think I brought some luck with me
'Cause my truck a buck fifty
Plus another buck fifty, buck fifty, plus fifty
Uh, I can't chill, I'm so f**ked up, I can't feel
I can't even go on no drills, 'cause I'm so up that I can't kill
Tell the truth, I'm real, n***a, that's 'cause I'm a real n***a
Alley-oop my lil' n***as, tell 'em to go spill n***as
N***as havin' hit records, how the f**k I'm still bigger?
How the f**k I'm still richer? How the f**k I'm still livin'?
Intuition made it this far off of quick decisions
Like, do I let you b*t*hes breathe or do I get to blickin'?
And I've been maxin' out my speed, I need an intermission
And I've been packin' up my jeans, 'cause I've been stackin' up my G's
And I've been rackin' up my fees, I got the feds all on my d**k
I got my lawyers at my knees, got the world at my feet
I got a trick still up my sleeves, all that sh*t stay on my mind
Gotta stay up on my grind, so these problems, I don't need 'em
And I'm dangerous, like a seizure, I'm ballin' like Ariza
I'm in Prada, I'm in Neiman's, I don't call her, I don't need her
You don't love her, I don't either, I just f**k her, I don't feed her
When she out with you, can't speak to me, she stay with you, she sleep with me
She mean to you, she sweet to me, she f**k with you, she sneak with me
My life crazy, outrageous, mind racin', need a street
F**k with me (F**k with me)
F**k with me (F**k with me)
F**k with me (F**k with me)
F**k with me (F**k with me)
F**k with me (F**k with me)
F**k with me (F**k with me)
They can't f**k with me (They can't f**k with me)
But f**k with me (F**k with me)
I think, do you want to go into the bath?
F**k with me (F**k with me)
F**k with me (F**k with me)
Do you wanna go?
F**k with me (F**k with me)
F**k with me (F**k with me)
And you wanna say there ain't nowhere
They can't f**k with me (They can't f**k with me)
But f**k with me (F**k with me)
Nowhere, nowhere, go, and the king