G Herbo — I’m A Boss Freestyle

[Intro] L’s (Jahlil Beats Holla At Me) [Verse 1: Lil Herb] Lil Herbie i'm No Limit Hit the strip with my doors tinted On 28’s I'm EBK, fuck the Mob, fuck the Lake I see Juvie slam the rakes, I see shoota blam the 8 That's word to God no county floor My word is bond, That's word to Shawn I grind for mine I ride for mine Don't ride for yours I'm in this bitch No Limit shit, I been the shit Don’t leave the shit, don't need a bitch Just tell her lies and feed her dick No Limit hoe, pull up in a benz or a lambo With the black rims and the tan doors Try to rob me I know Rambo When the can blow, turn a man ghost Make his ass float That's some real shit Get your steel quick, you don't feel me Nigga feel this, Them banana clips They'll peel shit If he didn't know Put his info on the window Have Project get his kinfolk Make his brains fly he a Scantron This for Heron, I'm a real nigga You a tampon (pussy), Throw the L’s up Throw your sets up Shoutout big Buckz yeah he next up Let the .40 go Blow his chest up Closed casket Leave him messed up I aim, bang, from the neck up You see red stuff that ain't ketchup Better catch up, cause I'm burning y'all I'm way too hot I'm going in I ain't gone stop Tell yo bitch to give me top My flow is cold the 8 is not Them bags look like tater tots No Limit the gang Put that thang to his brain .45 cocked back keep them lames in they lane Hit a stain for his chain Hit the club in a benz, then leave the lot in a Range I'm on top of the game, I do not fuck with lames You get popped for the guap, leave yo top re-arranged My nigga Greg laid back but with that MAC he'll change Leave a nigga holed up Smoking on that OG stuff Rolling stogies in a Dutch When it get close we throw the duff' Yeah I'm all about that cash cream Sell a nigga bad dreams A Lotta shit be on my mind Going broke the last thing I go broke, you get poked You don't go, you get smoked .44 to the throat, M.O.B fuck a hoe Let her know, In the door Crazy James got semis with him 60 shots, 50 hit him This ain't rap we be drilling In them traps making killings Competition I don't feel 'em Sending threats, I don't fear 'em I'm tired of talking Bibby get em [Verse 2: Lil Bibby] Now these niggas ain’t eating man y’all need to get y’all weight up I swear i’m so far ahead they tellin me to wait up I be tryna make bucks tryna get my cake up Married to the cash me and her will never break up Only spit that real shit allergic to the fake stuff Catch me on the 9 get outta line get ya face done Sleeping on the kid tell Ken turn the bass up On my Freddy Krueger shit these niggas better wake up Racks in these streets attacking these beats And my broski, Broski tell me “Dont lack in these streets” Niggas act tough and get whacked in these streets My boy Herb go crazy man relax in these streets This ain’t a game boy it’s more than that At your door with the choppa like you ordered that I keep the heat like them Florida Cats My niggas throw bullets like a quarterback And these boys ain't ready clips long as machetes 2012 Kelly same color as the chevy 28 inches call that shit February Man these niggas act like bitches call they ass Tyler Perry Keep the Hammer Like Madea, See me Countin Money Don’t get no idea cause u can get killed All my niggas real and your bitch probably will Got ya girl off the pill now she busting like my steel