Splat

We outside, never inside, man Free the G Gilly, man, free The Water, free Mally, man, yah Ayy Never, uh (Southside on the track, yeah) Ayy, never, ayy Yeah Yeah, bundlin' up stacks I know niggas want me dead, I'm still livin' with my strap Made my first check and I ain't cash it, I was still tryna clap I'm out my deal and I make mills off shit got nothin' to do with rap (Swerv) You behind the wheel and got your steel, pussy What you gon' do with that? (What you gon' do with that?) I'm with Big Opp and Drench, Baby Drench gon' blitz if one of us snap A finger, wet 'em, water, Aquafina Hollows poppin' out the nina We don't give no f*ck 'bout none of that, he gettin' whacked, he linger The drum, beam, ain't none of it come with that, he modified his Nina Switch on the back go, "Rrr-rrr-rrr," we make a rapper a singer (ah) We ain't got no mask either Double back, he seen us Everything I rap, I mean it (uh, yeah, but f*ck all that, look) I just flew from Atlanta with Sizzle, free Slatt and I don't even gotta go back On Cap, it's facts, I fucked every ho in Atlanta like I fucked every ho in the 'Raq Yeah, you know it's me, Big Herbie G The Ghost, the Phantom, the 'Lac is black Can't go to sleep 'til my walls like your teeth With plaques and plaques, and plaques My broski died, so every time they lack Splat, splat, splat I faced a fifth of Casamig' just tryna grieve and smacked the Track' (skrrt) That lil' bitch was bein' stiff, I told her, "You ain't got to act" She straightened up, I bend her over, fucked around and cracked her back Humble beast, that's still me, but I'm the chosen one at that Hot nigga, yes, indeed, but I'm the coldest wherever I'm at I got that workin' hard, you niggas lazy, y'all just wanted that You niggas remind me of Tom Brady, never wanted a sack Yellow nigga, but I'm whippin' some shit that's matte black (Swerv) Don't ask me what's the name, this bitch out your tax bracket (lil' nigga) So many opps got clipped, you'd think we doin' black magic Lil' bro got so many hats, I'm 'bout to buy him a hat rack (ayy) I been racin' for quite a while now, I'm on my last lap (ayy) I can't wait to wake up and call the label and tell 'em I'm in the black (G Herbo) Where I'm from, that zone was red, they want me dead, they seein' black I stay in the black, I beat the streets, I spent ten racks on a black jacket Say you know me, if you find a nigga ho me, I'll stop rappin' Stay with the heat, my shooters elite, we lethal, pussy, so stop bappin' 'Fore the bread came, we was clappin' When the bread came, kept trappin' Lost Cap, we started cappin' After that, we don't know what happened (grrt) My broski died, so every time they lack Splat, splat, splat I faced a fifth of Casamig' just tryna grieve and smacked the Track' (skrrt) That lil' bitch was bein' stiff, I told her, "You ain't got a act" She straightened up, I bend her over, fucked around and cracked her back Read the fuckin' comments Y'all talkin' 'bout it's "Just G Herbo" Just G Her-? Bitch, it's Herbo, what the f*ck y'all talkin' 'bout? Talkin' 'bout Yosohn daddy? His son ain't gotta want for nothin', on foenem grave (Southside on the track, yeah)