Splat

Yeah, we outside, never inside, man
Free the G Gilly, man, free the water, free molly, 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 (swerve)
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 a fuck '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 fuck 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, bitch, Herby 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 being stiff, I told her, "You ain't got the 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 working 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 (swerve)
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 rapping
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 being stiff, I told her, "You ain't got the 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 fuck y'all talkin' 'bout?
Talkin' 'bout Yosohn daddy?
His son ain't got a month for nothing, don't phone him back (Southside on the track, yeah)