Renegade

Uh, yeah Shout out my nigga Gotti, man, on bro Best Rapper Alive Ayy, ayy I'm a renegade, every day rep EBK like CMG (uh-huh) I'm a CEO and a chief, all my lil' young nigga got the streets (you know that) I been tryna stay discreet, they'll put a nigga six feet for G's (for G's) Ain't no missin' with that switch, just run up on his ass and squeeze (brrt) Magic trick 'cause we made burgundy out fifty white tees Put a black tee on at night 'cause it be brightenin' my VVs And I don't believe in hype, if you one young and turnt like me I was fresh up off a mission, seein' hypes with my CDs (J's, no bap) But these young niggas not righteous, tighten up, please How you fuckin' with G? Show me a million plus at least Cost me five G's just to button up my fleece Spiral, how I bleed, f*ck the auntie and the niece, uh Pullin' up in fleets (yoom), five whips, no lease Everybody eat, all my shooters elite (ayy) Who keepin' up with me? (Nobody) F*ck off a half a ticket a week (a week) I been spittin like Jay and Ye, go from beat to another beat (another one) Countin' up in my fuckin' sleep, it's what I do (it's what I do) I just tell the truth and get my dick sucked in the booth (Swerv) Been lit since a jit, I stay poppin' shit like usual (as usual) I'm just tryna get rich, bae, I don't wanna lose you (I don't) I'm not Ace or Mitch, bae, Rico touch my back door, I'ma shoot (fah) F*ck off racks at Saks, so my closet look like I loot (yeah) Money bring envy, so my vengeance was a coup (a two-door) I told Glo she good in the Raq, I was drunk in Memphis like Mac Snoop (yeah) But I'm lil' Herbie, it's big Herbie G, hoes slurpin' me like soup (uh) My lil' baby hot as mercury, her pussy taste like fruit I just slay a thot, okay, can't stay, I'm playa like a flute (bitch) Bring a friend or two, might take her state to state just 'cause she new (uh) When I land I'm in BP, I be darin' a nigga too (come on) Black McLaren, it's GT, Forgiato on my shoes (skrrt) Ain't nobody above me, big boss, I make the rules Better hope we don't bend your street (better hope) Swing this car though and make the news (Channel 7) How you hate? I'm twenty-eight, I blew through money like a fool A hunnid million before thirty, but I might be thirty-two (I might) All the youngings do what I do, they try and stick to me like glue (like glue) Try and pull up in that Bent' (try and pull up in that Bent') I got the print blue, yeah (I got the print)