G Herbo No Pics (feat. Chief Keef)
[Intro: G Herbo]
I'm in mode ([?] George)
Bitch, you thinkin' small (turn right onto southwest 31st street)
When you need to be thinkin' big
You need to be thinkin' big, bitch
You need to be thinkin' big, bitch (Haha)
Think big, bitch (Hahaha, uh)
Uh, uh, ayy (What's up, moe?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Uh-huh, uh
Uh-huh, ayy
Uh, swerve
[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Walkin' out the crib (Let's get it)
I got on that shit, hop in that shit, that's how I live
I don't drive stick, I got a stick sittin' by my rib
I don't wanna hop out drillin' no more, I got kids (Ya dig)
Said I wasn't gon' tote no pistols no more, but I did (Ya dig)
Cash raisin', swipin' cards, and I spend that shit (I'll spend that shit)
I'm so crazy, go retarted at the dealership (G Herbo)
Said I wasn't gon' f..ck that check up no more, but I did (I did it)
Send that cake, I'll sign the paperwork, then I just slid (Ayy)
I ain't even had no time for that, swerve
Fleet sittin' in the driveway, I spent one-point-five for that, swerve
Two hundred on a highway, and my wrist cost half of that, swerve (You know it)
Talk about me, he died for that, I ain't even spend a dime for that
Glisses is on my wrist, got all these bitches on my dick
While all these bitches on my dick, I spent like a nickel on my fit
I got sixty in my ears, it's like five-sixty for this kit
None of you niggas better not blitz 'cause we got switches on these Glicks (Brr)
[Chorus: G Herbo]
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[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
They outside the crib, I paid a couple mil' for that (Bitch)
You gonna eat a lemo kiwi, catch you stealin' that (Bitch)
Racks up in my pocket, pistol where my hip was at (Nigga)
Bronem sendin' bullets, we goin' tik for tak (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Be cool what you say 'cause foenem might just kill your ass (Pitiful)
Niggas said they drillin', well Chiraq invented that (Hah)
I got my click it clack, a nigga try to chit a chat
These young niggas will take your life, and go see what they can get for that (Go, go, go)
Chief so be ballin', now my granny tell me, "Put it back" (Granny)
This bitch still gon' want the cash, and I can't wipe my nuts with that (Bitch)
Nigga, ain't no f..ckin' refunds, you can't get your money back (Money)
My lil' cousin's spinnin', washer machine, ain't in the laundrymat (No)
That lil' ho ain't none but leftovers, I been done with that (Done)
They like, "How the f..ck you make a Sprite look like Cognac?" (Hah)
They like, "How the f..ck you make a Sprite look like beanie, man?" (Hah)
Niggas think I'm with the mob, I'm gettin' this fettucini in (What's up, bitch?)
[Chorus: G Herbo]
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