Oh, oh, oh, it´s right there, it´s in the bag Uh, uh, uh-huh Well, I had leave out the crib, get fresh bottles Get right, get the whole kit together, man, let´s go
Ayy (Let´s get it)
I been ballin´ like I´m Steph, like Chef above the rim (Ballin´) I been ballin´ like with no ref, side step, shoot it again (Shoot it again) I been ballin´ like this since my rookie year, 2010 (2010) Like Brook and Robin Lopez, I won a ring with my twin I stopped totin´ ProMags and I bought me a F&N Made the news with my F&N, started totin´ another Gen Pandemic, I went Urus, then went Cullinan (Uh-huh) Ridin´ OT like a tourist in a fuckin´ Benz Put me on that spreadsheet and I excel (Excel) Every time they had me, I made bail, ain´t see no jail (Go)
Talked to God, he already showed me I can´t fail (Uh-huh) Told Him, "Sorry for all them nights I grabbed my rod and let off shells" (Bah) Investigations led the most frustration knowin´ I can´t tell Word to my granny ???, I used to pitch at wishin´ wells How I´m gon´ get sent to Hell? I feel I already went to Hell I send Benjamins through mail, don´t nobody call and wish me well Reminisin´, I be trippin´, thinkin´ about that kitchen smell First degree, how he be back free next week? The streets get fishy as hell Was still a teen, caught a play for fifty G´s, bought a V and chuck my L´s (Swerv)
I couldn´t ride it through my hood no more ´cause somebody got nailed (Uh) We used to burn they block, couldn´t turn they block ´cause somebody gon´ yell (Ayy) We used to stand over niggas and let of shots ´til his body turn pale (Bah, bah, bah) We used to see them lights and leave the cops ´cause the hot car got a V12 (Skrrt) All my aunts was stirrin´ up drama, wouldn´t stop callin´ my mama cell (Damn) They ain´t know I was gon´ prevail, huh, huh Made the cover of XXL, huh, huh (Freshman) Used to be posted up with Rell, huh, huh He told me I was the best rapper alive way back in 2012, huh (He did) Now I got a big old duffle bag (Duffle) Bag so big, I need my cousins and my brothers with some muscles to drag
G Herbo finally rich as fuck with his lil´ hustlin´ ass He don´t do no fightin´, he don´t do no tusslin´, nigga touch him and blast (Brrt)
I be wantin´ to show you niggas M´s cash, but that ain´t even me, I´m still a humble beast M´s gettin´ made, that shit gettin´ spent Gettin´ saved, shit gettin´ dispersed on payroll, distributed, whatever you wanna call it, man Still workin´, still grindin´ I´m right back at it for more, but this time, I´m ain´t never takin´ my foot off the gas I´m on you niggas´ ass all the way, man, no homo For real, no bap I´m just lil´ duffle bag boy off 79th, 79th & Essex to be exact, man East Side, Chiraq, Terror Town, No Limit