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Artiste : G Herbo
Titre : Blueprint
Aye, aye
I´m a renegade, everyday rep EBK like CMG
I´m a CEO and a chief, all my lil young niggas got the streets
I been trying to stay discreet, they´ll put a nigga six feet for G´s

Ain´t no missing with that switch, just run up on his ass and squeeze
Magic trick, ´cause we made burgundy out fifty white tees
Put a black tee on that night ´cause it be brightening my VVS
And I don´t believe in hype, if you want youngin´ turn like me
I was fresh up off a mission, seeing hypes with my CD´s
But these young niggas not righteous, tighten up, please
How you fucking with G, show me a million plus, at least
Cost me five G´s just to button up my fleece
Spiral how I bleed, fuck the auntie and the niece, uh
Pulling up in fleets, five whips, no lease

Everybody eat, all my shooters elite
Who keeping up with me, fuck off a half a ticket a week
I been spitting like Jay and Ye, go from beat to another beat
Counting up in my fucking sleep, it´s what I do
I just tell the truth and get my dick sucked in the booth
Been lit since a jit, I stay popping shit like usual
I´m just tryna get rich bae, I don´t want to lose you
I´m not Ace or Mitch bae, Rico touch my backdoor I´mma shoot
Fuck off racks in Saks, so my closet look like I loot
Money bring envy, so my vengeance was a coupe
I told Glo she good in the ´Raq, I was drunk in Memphis like Mac Snoop

But I´m Lil Herbie, it´s Big Herbie G, hoes slurping me like soup
My lil baby hot as mercury, her pussy taste like fruit
I just slay a thot, o-kay-kay, stay, I´mma play her like a flute
Bring a friend or two, might take her state to state just ´cause she new
When I land I´m MVP, I been daring a nigga to
Black McLaren, it´s GT, Forgiato on my shoes
Ain´t nobody above me, big boss, I make the rules
Better hope we don´t be in yo´ street
Swing this car door and make the news
How do you hate, I´m 28, I blew through money like a fool
A hundred million before 30 but I might be 32
All the youngins do what I do, they try to stick to me like glue

Tryna pull up in that Bent, I got the print, blue