Big Herco (feat. Blxckie)

Big Herco Big Herco Im in this bitch with Big Herco You too broke, You can't fit in my circle Running laps while they moving like turtles I was born to go get it, i need a gold medal , i been running hurdles They was hating before we act like we ain't heard em Now they in they feelings, they act like we hurt em I know your fit ain't the price of a birkin we been making noise and these niggas just chirpin' 4 cups in my hand, you know they got syrup Broads at the telly F*ck wit me and Swervo Smile on my face cause my pockets look healthy If you got it don't flex, be stealthy I just done did my best, it helped me Imma nut on her chest, Exactly Tom ford on my body You smell me I'm too different don't try to compare me And these Racks keep on piling I'm heavy All the swag Automatic, No Semi I don't want me no lames at my door , Don't Visit I already poured me a 4, Don't Mix it At the top and these niggas ain't close, they missing Chain really Sparkle and shit, It's crispy Yes it's my wrist lil bitch, it Jingle Yo shit don't even got weight, it tingle I go straight to the boss, you the man in the middle In my world you little Watch how you moving, the police gon pinch you Wiping my tears with this designer tissue Yes we got whole lotta racks i won't kid you You don't have a plan, I wouldn't wanna be near you 031 Goat Yes I'm really the Treasure Racks in my pocket look sexy, It's pleasure Dribble the ball like I'm Messi, No pressure You sad you can't get to the top, Depression Spent your whole Grocery budget on sweaters You niggas jealous and Salty, No pepper You stuck in the past I'm the king of the Present We found him hiding he thought he was clever I'm with Big Herco , I body the beat you gon look at later and see it dismembered I'm punching in Line after line After line After line At the end of the song don't remember We heard you niggas ain't having, it's tragic I knew it's gon happen, lil nigga i planned it Got my bread up, i told momma don't panic Yo bitch F*ck with ElGuapo, she dropping her panty Count up these racks in a Porche Panamera If it ain't bout money, then why would it matter? I got All different notes in my pocket, I'll open a zoo You can't come to the spot we don't know who is you When i get on the mic, dawg I'm telling the truth Buy Yves Saint Laurent , for all of my troops He tried to press up we went home with his tooth Just like a mechanic, you know we got tools This money Permanent baby just like a tattoo This ain't king of the Jungle, My shooters baboons Northsidebaby, You know we got goons Why do they hate on us? don't got a clue My bitch don't do Steve Madden, she do Jimmy Choo We keep getting more paper, don't know about you You say you got racks, don't know if it's true We can tell that you broke by the shit that you do I make all of the racks and the stacks and Decisions 6 on the bass and it cut with precision You jump on stage and the crowd just go missing I can sneeze on the mic, they get closer and listen I get in line like a bee and get busy Princess cut diamonds they yellow, Get Pissy I'm in the middle of bread , No Glizzy Baby deliver the head get filthy This shit was planned from the start you cant smart it out I got this water I ain't seen a drought said her name coco , I love how she make it pop You niggas sweet You ain't seen a Glock This shit too real gotta keep it on safe & Lock Don't gotta Rush, I just pace it out Band on a band that's a big amount I kept it pure and made it out Bitch I'm not broke I'm not missing out me and the money just chilling now.