G Herbo — Back at It Pt. 3

[Verse 1: Smoke da Don] I pray that my son's straight if I get killed or put in a cell Got 7500 or more in a box, you be waitin' for bail Smoke be right in the cell, can't fuck with these niggas, they waitin' for mail I in love with the .9's with the beams like foe, watch how he fell We be lurkin' for opps and the mask up on me 'cause niggas ah tell Smokin' T-Bone, we smokin' the 50's while I sip pints with Rell We sippin' the 6's and 8's, so bitch, we might be snail My mama told me "Smoke, we stunt on these niggas, no time for jail" I'm up on the block, that's 78th, that's where we go I'm smokin' on Posto, I'm smokin' on Gucci, I'm smokin' on Scoob Free Lil Merch, Smooth and WetEmUp, they'll soak you like pools MOB, fuck a bitch, I don't got time for you Lurkin' again, catch a opp and his friends Free the demons, killers and menaces, let them boys out the pen We up in the hood, we ain't duckin' nothing, we right by the car We scorin' and clappin' the heat, the opps applaud us No Limit 150 the gang, so that's what you can call us Rock Robin, Gucci and True, my niggas they true Keep the circle closed, fuck you, you niggas is fu' Rock Robin, Gucci and True, my niggas they true Gang [Verse 2: Lil Herb] No Limit G Herbo, I'm ballin' like Kobe, you already know I'm smoking on Posto, I'm smoking on Bud, Lolo, Scoop and T-Bone Free alla my niggas, a couple more months Lil Bruce a be home And I'm fuck the opps crazy, I let it be known, that's why I keep my chrome YouTube the "NO LACK N 3" video, yeah, a few of them gone You see me react 'cause I see you was that niggas know what I'm on And I ain't hard to find, if you looking for me come catch me on the 9 Shorty nem posted with me on the 9 All them 30 clips and them red beams on the .9 And Smoke, that's big bro for me You get smoke for any reason he find So alla that talking and mugging is not a good reason for dying 'Cause them killers so thirsty, they lurking, they on it, them demons is riding If they pull up on your block, hop out chasing and blowing Believe me you dying I'ma rapper but ask 'bout me in the street, yeah, I'm squeezing for mine My nigga, fuck what you heard about me in the streets When you see me then try Might catch me dolo in traffic, speeding with my 40 on me while I'm driving Gone off a whole pint of lean, I might OD while I'm driving Fuck niggas out of my lane, only money I see gotta have it Sprinting on top of that green like one of them players on Madden Going hard, bitch, I'm trying to win me a ring Rookie year, I couldn't have hit Migo touch down with them things, I'm just waiting on him to pass it Smoking OG out the P, rollin' and I never pass it Been smoking OG since a teen, reekin' up alla my classes One night off that lean, I had me a dream that I would do something everlasting As soon as I drop my first tape, they told me my shit was a classic Smoking Posto posted up on the 8 Damn that shit stink through the plastic Ride through the eight tryna play, no you ain't Alla them glizzys start blasting And no we ain't ducking no action, shorty nem itching they asses Ain't no debate who gone go on them hits They mad 'cause they went on the last one So many killers got so many pipes, can't shoot em all gotta pass 'em Rugers and FNs, we got Glocks, shoot that lights Choppers and pumps for that asthma Skrrt, stretch 'em out like a plasma Check 'em out now he Casper Send him up to the master