[Intro]

(DJ Pharris)

(This Chicago, nigga)

(DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)

[Verse 1: G Herbo]

Dropped out of school, but I had knowledge

That don't make you smarter than me ’cause you went to college

It's people out here, PhDs and shit, ain't got a dollar

I ain’t take my SATs and shit, but I live better than a scholar

This dapper Gucci, bitch, it ain't got no snakes, it ain't got no collar

My dogs always with me, bitch, I'll let 'em loose, they don't got no collar

Gorillas with me, bitch, naw, it ain't no snakes so it ain't no problems

I gotta change my shoes from around, got scuffs all on my Pradas

When I was eighteen, I had a hundred thousand dollars, uh

My bitch worked at Adrianna’s, just ask why someone bought a thousand bottles, uh

Before I got with her, I was fuckin’ on Instagram models

Security let us in the club without no frisk, made this bitch go grra-tah

Call a doctor

Made a pin pop out my chopper

Need somebody fix my shit, not a doctor for them, they went with the Father

They too far gone to force sobriety on my friends, so I don't bother

These hoes gon’ go, I don't force nobody on my mans and we don't holler, uh

They see the VV's, face on CDs

Foenem fuckin’ hoes, they got scenes on TV

Turn into Swervo, then hit repeat

They finally hear me on shit with Chief Keef

Opps what these is, sherbs, I chief these

What a Herb verse? A half a B

What's that? A dub, a half a key

Glitter the VIP up, all VV's

We gon' pull a dub out, throw it all, and leave (Uh, uh)

Gang gang, bitch, that's all on my sleeve

Y'all bitch all on me

I'm just high as could be

Lil' bro rollin' 'Lato up and pass to me

Told the promoter fuck it, give the cash to me

We might not have the biggest yard, but the grass green

I got blue, pink money, and green

Ain't worried 'bout goin' broke, nigga, that's the last thing

[Interlude: G Herbo & CEO Trayle]

G Swerve

I'm in this bitch

I don't even probably 'posed to be in the stu' right now (Ayy)

Gang gang (Ayy)

[Verse 2: CEO Trayle]

Ayy, I was high off that thirty bustin', uh

Blick too big to tuck it

Let the opps in this bitch, fuck it

Them niggas ain't on nothin'

Let's go do a show in your city, fuck it

Never see my jewelry tuckin'

Uh, I'm Lamborghini Urus truckin'

Ayy, ayy, take that 'Wood he got and stuff it

Ayy, I do not respond to Instagram criminals

Ayy, shake my hand in public, then go live and send subliminals

And that money that he got is small, you know that's the minimal

Ayy, and all these shooters at your door, but know C4 who sendin' 'em

Ayy, know all these bitches, been in 'em

You can't ask the last nigga what Big Folks 'nem did to him

I can't say the word murder, bro gave me a synonym

Oh, you wasn't with me in the gym

Ho, check my neckpiece, it's a gem

That bitch know I ain't nothin' like him

I'll never leave my brother too, nigga, ask Herb, I'm just like him

Bunch of street niggas in one room, we spittin' image, I'm just like them

Ayy, I think I could be in Detroit like Eminem

Bitches tellin' all they friends they ain't had nobody as real as him

And we had an incident, somebody came in, tried killin' him, uh

He ain't even here to tell you 'bout it, I don't even remember him

[Outro: G Herbo]

Motherfucker put, we put on a hundred and two chains

Rockin' VV's, diamond pointers, you know what I'm sayin'?

How we bomin', we in New York, bitch

Smokin' Shelato

Shelaty, Shelaty too hotty

Foenem in this bitch high as hell, man, they pourin' eights and shit still

You know they be disrespecting the drank still